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Black Rabbit: A Villain Saving Heroes

Summary:

After faking the death of his villain alter ego Black Rabbit, Izuku flees to America. He’s hoping to enjoy his new romance with Shouto Todoroki and spend time with his Uncle Yoichi. But his disaster magnet field appears to be in full effect when both heroes and villains crash the Student Organization Fair.

Notes:

I’ve been waiting for Pure Villain / Villain with a Crush to have more chapters before continuing this crossover series. However, I’ve gotten impatient so I decided to go ahead and write a shorter fic for part two. Thank you to Gentrychild for brainstorming ideas with me and introducing me to the webcomic to begin with. This fic will update once a week on Thursdays.

Kaiji = the Second One for All user and Sanzou = the Third One for All user.

The cover art for this fic comes from the amazingly talented thefruitloop-chan. I adore it! Shouto looks very handsome in his suit. I love the grin on Izuku's face and his confident pose. You can like it on tumblr at https://www.tumblr.com/thefruitloop-chan/718665622589964288/commissioned-by-aimportantdragoncollector-from

Chapter Text

Izuku yawned as he stood next to the conveyor belt, waiting for his suitcase to arrive. The flight from Japan to Washington, D.C. had been long, and he didn’t sleep well on airplanes. His head ached. His vision blurred. He’d started fantasizing about a soft bed with pillows.

On the airplane, Shouto had conked out like a log from nearly the moment they’d taken flight. Now he was bright-eyed and looking in all directions. “I’ve never been out of Japan before. I hope my English is good enough. So far it just looks like an ordinary airport—but the city will look foreign once we get outside, right?” He peered out at the distant glass door from under his sunglasses.

Izuku’s eyes slid half shut. “Most big cities look alike.” He’d visited America frequently over the years to see his uncles and Grandma Nana. Though he only went to Uncle Yoichi’s house alone because Yoichi didn’t want his brother to know where he lived. “There’s…there’s a lot of good museums in DC. I’ll…show you around.” He yawned again. His eyelids felt grimy and spots pounded behind his temples.

“Hey, are you all right?” Shouto put an arm around Izuku.

“Mm-hmm. Just tired.” Izuku leaned into his boyfriend’s embrace. He had a boyfriend now! It felt amazing! “And a little worried.” That had just slipped out.

Of course, Shouto picked up on it right away. “Worried about what? Can I help?”

Izuku nearly deflected with a vague semi-lie. But there had been enough dramatic misunderstandings and miscommunications between him and Shouto already. Because Izuku had gotten mistaken for a villain while trying to confess his love, their fights had ripped the city apart and it had ended with Izuku faking his death. Now they were dating, they should try to be more honest with each other. Izuku leaned close and lowered his voice to a murmur only for Shouto’s ears. “My uncle Yoichi has two partners, Kaiji and Sanzou. They’ve always doted on me, and we visit a lot. Mainly I visited them in America because Uncle Yoichi didn’t like to go into Dad’s territory. And there was some fuss about all three of them being declared terrorists in Japan for classified reasons. By my preteen years, I’d realized that my uncles only kept in contact to see me. There was a lot of tension with my dad—I mean Hisashi.” Izuku had three parents: All for One, All Smite, and the Unstoppable Dark Empress Inko. “My dad is Yoichi’s older brother. He’s always hated Uncle Kaiji and Uncle Sanzou. The feeling is mutual. I don’t know the full details, but I remember my dad saying that my uncles had a hero-villain romance.”

Shouto nodded, digesting all the new information. “Who was the hero and who was the villain?”

“My dad is always complaining about how Uncle Kaiji and Uncle Sanzou stole Uncle Yoichi from him when they were supposed to be villain partners. So I assume that means Uncle Kaiji and Uncle Sanzou were the heroes. Dad also bitches a lot about all three of them having overly uptight morals and restrictive opinions on how people can use their powers. In all fairness, I’ve learned to take what my dad says with a grain of salt and ‘uptight morals’ could mean they didn’t adequately appreciate the joys of bank vaults for family bonding time. But I’m worried if my uncles will be upset at me for becoming a villain. Especially since I had silly and selfish reasons for everything I did. I wasn’t fighting for a good cause like All Smite.” Izuku exhaled and glanced sideways at Shouto.

Despite this new display of family dysfunction, Shouto wasn’t running away. He looked thoughtful. “Do your uncles know that you were you-know-who?”

“No, actually. My papa insisted that we not tell them anything except that there was a vague family emergency.” Toshinori had said that he had his hands full trying to stop Inko and Hisashi from murdering Shouto for presumably rejecting Izuku, and he didn’t want to have to stop his three uncles too. Izuku left out that part.

Shouto shrugged. “Then you don’t have to tell them. You could feel out their thoughts on Black Rabbit first.”

“What a great idea!” Izuku accidentally spoke too loud, then lowered his voice again at the end. It came as a relief to keep his secret. Deep down, Izuku had always been waiting for someone to condemn him for being Black Rabbit. His parents, Shouto, and Hitoshi had been so accepting that it felt too good to be true. Izuku couldn’t shake the currently unsubstantiated feeling that he’d finally pay his dues with his uncles. Perhaps it was cowardly of him, but he felt happy to kick the can down the road.

“No problem.” Shouto smiled as if truly happy he’d been able to help. He reached up to brush a curl off Izuku’s face. Then his suitcase came around the conveyer belt, and he ran to grab it.


From the doorway, Kaiji shouted, “Yoichi, we have to leave if we want to make it to the airport in time.” His nose wrinkled, twisting the scar running across his face. He twirled the car keys in his fingers. “If you’re busy, I can pick up Izuku and his boyfriend without you.”

“No!” Yoichi wailed. “Just a moment…I almost have it closed…” He leaned against the hallway closet door, grunting. Sweat dripped down his face.

Sanzou stepped out of the kitchen, his blue-gray hair hanging loose and wearing an apron. “Are you still at that?”

“What is he doing?” Kaiji asked Sanzou.

Sanzou replied, “Hiding all his Black Rabbit merchandise.”

Kaiji cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Izuku’s parents are the Disaster Trio, the most famous villains in Japan! He’s not going to care that you picked up some villain merch for a talented rookie you support. If he even notices the new merch among the rest of your collection. Plus, the fuss died down after Black Rabbit’s death, though I agree with you that he probably faked it.”

Yoichi cried, “But Izuku just started dating Shouto Todoroki, according to that somewhat garbled text we got last-minute. Everyone knows that Black Rabbit is Todoroki’s arch-nemesis. I don’t want to make a bad impression on my nephew’s first boyfriend. Everything must go smoothly.”

Sanzou ran forward to help Yoichi shut the door. With one last grunt, they got it closed. Then Yoichi fastened a lock around the doorknob. “There, I’m ready to go.” He pushed a sweaty lock off his forehead. “Oh, no, my hair is mussed. Just give me five minutes in the bathroom to fix it.” He started to walk away.

Kaiji and Sanzou grabbed Yoichi by his arms and dragged him backward into the car over his protests.


A long line of cars moved at a snail’s pace down the airport pickup lane. Izuku craned his neck over the crowd, looking for his uncles’ beat-up old red Ford Mustang.

Despite Shouto wearing sunglasses and a facemask, a teenager tapped him on the shoulder and asked, “Are you the Shouto Todoroki?”

Deadpan, Shouto said, “No, I’m his long-lost older brother Touya Todoroki. We look very much alike but my little brother is more handsome.”

“Oh…I guess you do look less hot and sparkly than your pictures.” The teenager turned away.

Izuku’s amused expression transformed into rage. “Hey! You see how good you look after a twelve-hour transatlantic flight!”

Shouto covered Izuku’s mouth to stop him. “Shhhh, we don’t want attention.”

“Hey! Izuku!” Yoichi stuck his head out the car window and waved.

Izuku’s eyes lit up. “Uncle Yoichi!” He lifted his suitcase over the curb and dashed over.

Yoichi got out of the car to help both boys put their suitcases in the trunk. Then he hugged Izuku. “Oh, how wonderful to see you! You’ve gotten taller and more muscular.”

“Do you think?” Izuku asked hopefully. Every year he prayed for a growth spurt but it looked increasingly like he’d gotten stuck with his mom’s height.

Yoichi held out his hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Shouto. Oh, sorry, can I call you Shouto? I’ve been living in America so long that first names come naturally to me.”

“Of course you can, I hope we’ll be like family from now on.” Shouto shook Yoichi’s hand. “I need more male role models who aren’t Enji Todoroki in my life.”

“Then you can call me Uncle Yoichi. Sorry my hair is such a fright, Kaiji dragged me off before I was done.”

“Your hair looks wonderful. I can see where Izuku got his handsome looks from.”

Yoichi giggled. “What a polite boy! You found a good one, Izuku.”

They got into the car, with Yoichi in the front seat while Shouto and Izuku shared the back. The doors locked automatically and the missile launcher in the back hummed. The windows were bullet-proof and the windshield wiper hid a gun barrel. His uncles’ car looked like a piece of junk but had many special modifications.

From the driver’s seat, Kaiji leaned over to give Izuku an awkward one-armed hug. “Great to see you, kid. Sanzou is at home making dinner. It should be hot and ready when we arrive.”

“Good, because I’m hungry.” Airline meal portions were a joke. Like his father, the All for One quirk gave Izuku a greater need for calories. “And sleepy.” Izuku yawned, lying back and closing his eyes. He started to drift off. His neck cramped, making it hard to completely fall asleep.

“The seats were tiny and the airplane meals tasted dreadful,” Shouto said. “My family has a private airplane so I’ve never flown commercially before. I do not recommend the experience.”

Kaiji snickered. “No one does.”

Yoichi asked Shouto, “What would you like to do while in DC? Museums, shows, concerts, attend a protest?”

Eyes still closed, Izuku chuckled. “Protests aren’t tourist attractions, Uncle Yoichi.” Hisashi always said that Yoichi had decided to live in the U.S. capital to have better access to protests. According to Hisashi, Yoichi had been born angry and would defy all rules and authority even if it was good for him.

Shouto said, “A protest sounds fun, actually. I’ve always been helping the police, it would be educational to be on the other side of the line.”

Yoichi laughed from his belly. “I like this kid! I’m going to be such a bad influence on you.”

Izuku slipped into sleep before he heard a reply.


His uncles’ home was a large brick mansion with a chimney. The single round tower had a pointed blue slate roof. The black fence around the mansion looked ceremonial, but Izuku knew that it could double in height and turn into a solid wall with the flick of a button. The speared pickets concealed cameras and weapon turrets. Hundreds of missiles hid under the roof. Topiary bushes and flowers lined the walkway and ran around the mansion. The azaleas hid spouts of gas and the fake bushes could turn into attacking robots. A faint crack ran around the permitter. Rockets hidden underground could lift the entire house, lawn, and backyard pool into the air and fly it to a new location. Izuku’s uncles had used this trick a couple times whenever Hisashi had uncovered their location.

As Kaiji stepped onto the walkway, he subtly pressed a button on his keyring that lowered the invisible forcefield. Izuku didn’t even think that Shouto had noticed. The mahogany front door had beautiful glass shaped like a crescent moon looping under the handles—and a biometric scanner.

On the oak dining room table, Sanzou had laid an impressive feast of spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, cobb salad, caramelized brussel sprouts, and watermelon. “I thought you might enjoy an American meal for your first night,” he explained as he sat down. The meal contrasted with the Japanese feel of the decorations: the bamboo sculpture in the corner, the bonsai tree on the fireplace mantle, the scroll of a painted waterfall hanging on the wall, and the circular lamp overhead.

“It looks wonderful,” Shouto said.

“You remembered my favorite kind of pasta. Thank you!” Izuku’s eyes welled up from joy. He ate quickly, both because he was starved and because he was still tired and eager for bed.

“These noodles are amazingly soft,” Shouto said, twirling spaghetti on his fork.

With pride in his eyes, Kaiji said, “Sanzou made them from scratch.”

“Whoa! No wonder then,” Shouto said.

“Don’t expect meals this fancy every night,” Sanzou said with a self-conscious chuckle.

Yoichi whispered, “He lies, everything that he cooks melts in your mouth. The only way you’ll have a plain meal is if I’m cooking.” He leaned over and kissed Sanzou’s cheek.

Soft fur brushed against Izuku’s leg. The family cat, Vestige, gazed up at him with pleading eyes begging for scraps. She was a giant, fluffy blue Maine Coon.

Reaching down, Izuku petted her ears. “These are pork meatballs, and pork isn’t good for you.”

Kaiji rolled his eyes. “Ignore her, she just got fed.”

Sanzou asked, “So how did you two meet?”

Izuku froze with his garlic bread raised to his mouth, his heart hammering.

Shouto said, “Apparently, I caught Izuku when he fell from his crumbling school building in high school, though I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t remember it. Later Izuku saved my life during a villain attack on our college, and I was completely smitten.”

Izuku’s shoulders relaxed. Oh, yes, their first meeting had a true and less incriminating story than he’d been thinking. He flushed upon hearing his boyfriend’s last words.

“How romantic!” Yoichi beamed. “These two rescued me in more ways than one. Physically, from a certain bank vault, and emotionally, and by opening up my eyes to the world.” He alternated between peppering Kaiji and Sanzou’s faces with kisses.

Sanzou protested, “Not at the dinner table! Izuku is used to it, but you’ll shock Shouto.”

Seriously, Shouto said, “I aspire to be as bold about kissing Izuku. Truly, you are my role model, Uncle Yoichi.”

“Awwww!” Yoichi laughed. “I’m going to keep you in the family even if you don’t stay with Izuku. Assuming you don’t do anything to hurt him, of course.”

“I would never,” Shouto said. “And I’m not going anywhere unless he dumps me. Izuku, are you tired?”

Izuku’s eyes had started to slip shut again, and he’d leaned his head against his elbow on the table. His exhaustion had reached the point where he barely heard the words around him. Guiltily, he straightened. “I’m fine! Sorry.”

Shouto said, “Izuku barely got any sleep on the plane.”

Yoichi stood up. “Then you should go to bed right away. There’s no need to wait for the rest of us to finish dinner. Come on.”

“If you’re sure…” Izuku mumbled. “It tasted great, Uncle Sanzou. Thank you.”

Izuku followed Yoichi down the hallway, the walls covered with family pictures. The photos included the trio, their adopted son Hikage, an adult Hikage with his own extended family, and Izuku and his mom and papa over the years. One picture had Kaiji lying on the couch covered in cats as he underwent exposure therapy to overcome his fear of cats, his eyes looking soulless. Hisashi showed up in some of the pictures as a blurry background figure, clearly because he’d been photo bombing. In other places, Hisashi had been cropped out but his arm or leg was still visible.

They stopped at a familiar bedroom with a twin bed, blue sheets, and pictures of animals on the walls. Izuku remembered picking out those pictures when he’d been in elementary school. Yoichi said, “We prepared your old bedroom for you, then a guest room for Shouto when he got added to your trip at the last minute. Now, I’m no prude and you’re welcome to share a bedroom if you’d like. But since you’ve been dating for only a day, I thought that might be a bit too soon—”

With a loud squeak, Izuku said, “No, no, this is fine.” Not that Izuku hadn’t thought about it, but they’d only kissed once when Shouto had been hiding Izuku’s face to stop him from being exposed as Black Rabbit to the world. Sharing a bed would be a huge leap.

“I understand.” Yoichi winked. “If you need any tips about that then I’m happy to be the cool uncle, especially since your father still thinks you’re a baby so I doubt he was much use—”

“I’m very tired!” Izuku shoved his uncle out the door.


The next day, both Izuku and Shouto headed to college to fill out some paperwork. They wouldn’t be attending classes yet—in their hasty flight, they hadn’t even had time to look at a schedule. It was for the best since Izuku still felt jet-lagged. The American school semester had started less than a week ago, so they should be able to slip into new classes without too much trouble. Money talked, and after his parents’ large donation everyone acted very eager to help.

People in admissions kept alluding sympathetically to the family tragedy that had caused Izuku to transfer. Izuku couldn’t remember what cover story his parents had given him, so he just nodded and tried to look sad. At one point someone asked Shouto for an autograph.

“I’m a different Shouto. All Shoutos look alike,” Shouto said, straight-faced.

The admissions officer looked at Shouto’s giant scar, look at his documentation claiming to be Shouto Himura, and declined to disagree.

Izuku gazed at Shouto with besotted eyes, enjoying his assertiveness. “Your English is great, take it from someone who is bilingual,” he whispered. Shouto had a slight accent but otherwise spoke perfect English.

Afterward, both of them were offered a chance to sit in on a class. Izuku felt tired, but he thought it better to push himself to stay awake in order to help his body adjust to the time shift. Shouto went to watch an art class (he wanted to try something completely different) while Izuku attended a Hero Studies class.

A fellow student with shaggy dark brown hair approached Izuku afterward. “I’m Yo Shindo. I’m the top foreign student—or at least I was before you came along. Gotta be rich to get your parents to buy you perfect grades, huh?”

Izuku bristled. “I didn’t cheat on my exams.”

“Ah, it was a joke.” Shindo’s behavior shifted like flicking a light switch, becoming jolly and friendly. “How nice to meet another exchange student. I’ve been sent to take you on a tour around campus. I’m the president of the Quirk Studies club, and the dean heard that’s your major.”

“That’s nice of you,” Izuku said.

Shindo harrumphed. “Yes, it was certainly wonderful of our dean to volunteer my time for someone who paid a bunch of money to get into this school. Anyone could have shown you around but I have to do it because ‘hey, you’re both Japanese, surely you’ll get along.’ It’s not as if I’m busy preparing for the Student Organization Fair. We clubs get only one chance a year to attract new members yet here I am with you.”

Oh, dear. Izuku said, “What if we went to the clubroom? You can continue your work and make the dean happy while I look around the club. It sounds fascinating, I’d be interested in joining.”

He’d thought that a reasonable suggestion but Shindo only scowled more. “No, no, I’m here to give you a tour. Follow me.” He turned on his heel.

Shindo led Izuku to a series of dumpsters in the parking lot. “Here is where our trash goes. That’s the recycling bin, over there.”

Izuku looked at the rusty bin with a raised eyebrow. “This is important for me to know?”

“Unless you were planning to litter,” Shindo said snidely. He took them across the street to a building in the middle of construction. “These are the dorms. Whelp, some of them anyway. What a pity I can’t go inside to show you around.”

“I’ll be living at home,” Izuku said.

“That’s okay, because no one can live in these dorms anyway. The grounds appear to be haunted. Three construction companies have run away already.”

“You just made that up, didn’t you?”

For the first time, Shindo looked disconcerted. “Well, it’s the only reasonable explanation for why the construction is taking so long. Besides the fact that we’re in DC.”

“Thanks for the educational tour,” Izuku said. “I can take it from here. You can return to your club.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

At the visitor center, Izuku picked up a map and familiarized himself with a few important locations on his own.

On the way home, Shouto talked uncharacteristically long about how much he’d enjoyed pottery. He’d never gotten to take art classes before because Enji didn’t consider them relevant for a future hero. Shouto also felt very pleased that his father had only texted him once that day. Apparently Enji was too distracted by trying to turn Dabi/Touya into a hero. Shouto was reveling in the chance to pick his classes without his father’s interference. He wanted to take painting and swimming too. He’d been interested in learning a musical instrument, but there weren’t any beginner’s classes, so he was looking into a club.

Izuku smiled as he listened. He didn’t mention Yo Shindo. Compared to some of the bullies Izuku had met in the past, Shindo was positively adorable. Izuku could handle a passive-aggressively jealous student on his own. And he was going to join the Quirk Studies club whether Shindo liked it or not.


“I’m here,” Toshinori Yagi called as he stepped through the doorway. He kissed Inko on the lips. “My, the house feels empty without Hisashi.”

Inko shrugged. “He’ll be back as soon as he realizes that his brother gave him a fake address.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Toshinori muttered. Hisashi had always suffered from extreme empty nest syndrome but combined with the stress of his son’s first boyfriend, he’d gotten even worse. He’d only lasted a day before he’d declared that he would be going to America to visit Izuku. Neither Inko nor Toshinori had been able to dissuade him despite pointing out that Izuku had only just left. Hisashi deciding to make it a surprise visit proved he knew full well he wasn’t welcome.

As if summoned by his name, the phone rang with a call from Hisashi. Inko put him on speakerphone. He immediately cried, “Yoichi gave me a fake address! And I only realized after I brought the house across the street. Jeez, I wasn’t even trying to kidnap him this time.”

“He always gives you a fake address, dear,” Inko said. “I suppose we can use it as a vacation house.”

Hisashi sniffed. “I thought he would finally respect my right to know where to find my only darling son. I might have to remove Izuku.”

Toshinori said, “Izuku is not a minor any longer. You can’t make him leave.”

“Not if I don’t know where he is, I can’t,” Hisashi grumbled. “I’m going to search the city. I know! I’ll launch a massive attack on the White House. That will surely bring my foolish brother and the brother thieves running.”

Toshinori cleared his throat. “You could, but then the museums around DC would be closed and you would miss out on the special vault exhibit at the Old Post Office Museum.”

“It’s time to teach the world to remember and fear the name of All for One—hmm? Special vault exhibit, you say?”

“I’m texting you the link right now,” Toshinori said. “They’re holding a temporary exhibit on the vaults that the U.S. Postal Service has used to hold mail over the years. A collection of vault doors from the last century will be on display.”

“Hmm…” Hisashi rumbled low in his throat. “Oh, my, the blurb online looks amazing. Excuse me, I have something extremely pressing to attend to.” He hung up.

Toshinori breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ve been searching the internet for a good distraction for him since he left.”

“Excellent job. You found the one thing that can distract our partner from family.” Inko patted his back. “I’m sure Izuku and the world appreciate your efforts to keep Hisashi mostly under control.”

Toshinori ran his fingers through his hair tufts. “I do feel a bit guilty, though, about not telling Hisashi that we both know Yoichi’s real address.”

Inko snorted. “Yoichi has a good reason for his secrecy, and it starts with V and ends with A-U-L-T. You know that if we blab to Hisashi, then Yoichi will stop telling us his real address and we won’t know where our son is if an emergency happens. Plus, I won’t be able to send him holiday cards.”

Toshinori sighed. “I know you’re right, I won’t actually tell him, but I felt terrible seeing that big smile on his face when he talked about bonding with his brother as he left for the airport.”

Inko raised an eyebrow. “Hisashi packed an enormous number of assassination tools for Yoichi’s husbands, so that should tell you the kind of family bonding he has in mind.”

“Izuku certainly doesn’t need to deal with that when he’s trying to rest,” Toshinori said. “Consider my thimble full of guilt banished.”

“Besides, it’s not so bad to have you to myself sometimes.” Inko stood on her tiptoes, and Toshinori bent down to kiss her.


Izuku sat in the back of the clubroom, snacking on dried green peas as he listened to the Quirk Studies members make plans for the fair. They intended to give out free cotton candy and root beer floats to attract new students. Root beer was hard to get in Japan. Izuku vaguely remembered trying some at his uncles’ house years ago but he’d never had it with ice cream. It sounded interesting. The group had also decided to cosplay as famous villains to attract more attention.

A blond girl with sharklike teeth raised her voice. “Do we really have to add Black Rabbit to our list of cosplays? It seems in poor taste right after he died.” Izuku thought her name was Tatami Nakagame.

“Everyone these days is talking about Black Rabbit, the hottest new villain in Japan. He’ll be perfect to attract newbies,” Shindo insisted. “Besides, no one with a brain seriously believes Black Rabbit is dead.”

Izuku choked on a pea. He hadn’t heard anything about this. He reached for his water bottle to soothe his sore throat.

Nakagame rolled her eyes. “I suppose you’re also one of those people who believe that Black Rabbit is secretly a deaged All for One.”

Izuku relaxed. At least no one seemed to be taking this conspiracy theory too seriously.

Nakagame continued, “All our members have already been assigned parts. We don’t have anyone left to play Black Rabbit.”

Shindo stroked his chin. “None of you are short enough, anyway. I’ve done extensive research on Black Rabbit. Based on this complex diagram—” He held up a photo of Black Rabbit battling Cementoss with ruler marks all over it. “—clearly Black Rabbit is a midget.”

Izuku had tolerated all Shindo’s attempts to throw him out of the club. He’d even been amused by the sheer pettiness. But now he decided he didn’t like Shindo. His hand clenched on the snack bag.

The sound of crackling plastic drew Shindo’s attention. “Ah-ha!” He pointed at Izuku. “Newbie, you’re the only person short enough to dress up as Black Rabbit. You’ve been drafted.”

“Eh? Me?” Izuku gaped.


OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Rapunzel

Hisashi: Ducky, I’ll give you an ice cream if you tell me where your uncle lives.

Little Izuku: In a big brick house with a swimming pool in the back. I got to wear floaties.

Hisashi: Can you be more specific? Perhaps an address?

Little Izuku: He has a cat!

Toshinori: What were you planning to do if he told you? You promised us no more bank vaults.

Hisashi: What are your feelings on locking people with long hair up in towers?

#

Omake: The Reason for All the Hidden House Weapons

Izuku: I assume you have all these defenses because you’re worried about heroes.

Yoichi: Heroes? Ha! I could take out heroes with my hairpin! We’ve got another reason for the elaborate security system.

Hisashi: My brother’s house is extremely safe, and I know because I try to break in at least once a year. It’s my duty as older brother to test his defenses—and remove him if the situation should ever become unsafe.

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Omake: Only a Matter of Time Before AI Yoichi Takes Over the World

Hisashi: How could you not know that Izuku is Black Rabbit? I texted you immediately to brag!

Yoichi: Oops, I delete all your texts without reading them.

Hisashi: But I get replies from you.

Yoichi: I created a chatbot based off my personality to respond to your messages. As long as AI Yoichi insults you, you never notice the difference.

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Omake: After Izuku and Yoichi Left the Dining Room

Kaiji: Hi, we’ve already got half a dozen bodies buried in the backyard.

Sanzou: And we’ll add you if you ever hurt our darling nephew.

Shouto: No problem, if I ever hurt Izuku again then I will bury myself before you get the chance.

Kaiji: I approve of him.

Sanzou: Wait, why did you say “again”?

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Omake: Packing to Kill Your Brothers-in-Law

Inko: Aren’t you worried about getting all those weapons past airport security?

Hisashi: Ha! You think the TSA can find hidden weapons? If I had a water bottle then I’d be worried!