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Title: My Number One Hero

Category: My Hero Academia

Rating: T

Pairing: Hisashi/Inko Inko & Izuku Izuku & Hisashi Izuku & Aizawa Inko/Toshinori Izuku & Snipe Hisashi & Snipe

Summary: Izuku’s father left on a trip and never came back. When he was younger, his mother kept making excuses over why he hadn't returned until he was ten. Now, knowing the truth and having a support system, Izuku has a different view on Father’s Day. Nedzu decides to change that, because you know, Plus Ultra.

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to My Hero Academia.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m sorry this is late, but this is my Father’s Day gift and I’m proud of how it turned out. Happy Father’s Day everyone and yes, this is a part of my Fluffy Mint Boy and Dragon Dad series. I honestly don’t know what army titles are, but since this is taken in the future, we can imagine that the ranks have changed.

~~Story Begins~~

--Five Years Old--

A young five year old Izuku Midoriya yawned as he was shaken away by a vague looking man who had toxic green eyes and a scent of smoke. “Ah. I see my little hero has finally woken up,” the man said as he knelt by the child’s bed.

“Daddy? Is something bad?” Izuku asked as he rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists.

“No, my little hero. Daddy got a call that he needs to go away on a business trip,” the man said. “I just didn’t want to leave my fluffy mint without saying that I’ll see you soon.”

“How long?” Izuku asked.

“One or two years. I’ll be back before you know it and when I return, I cannot wait to see how well your analysis improves and how much smarter you’ve become,” the man said as Izuku fought to keep his eyes open. “Remember what I’ve always told you?”

“Mhmm. The gods did not give me a quirk because I would terrify them with my power and smarts,” Izuku said as he fell asleep.

“That’s right, don’t let anyone tell you differently, Izuku,” the man said, pressing his lips against Izuku’s forehead, his green curls moving from the man’s breath. “I love you, my fluffy mint.”

--Eight Years Old--

“Mom, can-can we talk, please?” an eight year old Izuku said as he wrung his hands together.

“Of course,” Inko said with a gentle smile. That smile disappeared when she saw Izuku walk towards the kitchen table and climb onto his chair. “Is everything okay?”

Izuku stared at the table until Inko sat at her place. His hands clenched at his red shorts when he finally looked up into her eyes. His green eyes shining with water that already told Inko this conversation would end up with both of them crying.

“Izuku, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school again?” Inko asked. It was a stupid question because something always happened to him on Father’s Day.

“You - Mom, you, you don’t need to keep sending me cards,” Izuku said and her heart cracked at the wavering in his voice and the discovery of her secret. “I-I know that D-Dad will never come back be-be-because of me being quirkless. Y-You don’t need to keep pretending that we’re a happy family.”

“Izuku, baby, you dad did not - your dad didn’t leave because of you being quirkless! Who -”

Izuku slammed his hands on the table. “You don’t need to lie to me anymore Mom! The teachers say it all the time and-and Kacchan reminds me of the fact that I don’t have a father every five minutes everyday. Tells me that my father left because I’m nothing, but a Deku! My father couldn’t stand having a useless, worthless, quirkless, Deku as a son,” Izuku shouted.

Inko’s chair fell onto the floor as she ran to her son, wrapping her arms around her baby as they started to cry.

“They all say it, Mom, why, why would they all say that it was my fault if it’s not my fault,” Izuku asked in between hiccups and heart-broken sobs.

“Because they want you to feel inferior, they want to break your spirit, but they are wrong. You were your father’s greatest achievement. He loved you. He did always tell you, ‘that you weren't blessed with a quirk because the gods will be terrified of your power and intelligence,” Inko says through her own tears.

“So, why did father leave? Why did he leave us behind? Why hasn’t he called or anything?” Izuku said.

“Baby, mommy will tell you when you are older,” Inko said. “When you understand it better, but your Dad loves you. He didn’t want to leave you, but his job called and he had to go.”

Later that night, after Inko made sure Izuku was sound asleep, she made a call. Her voice was filled with so much raw anger and hurt that when the person picked up on the other side, their blood had gone cold.

“We need to talk, Mitzuki, because you won’t believe what Izuku told me today. Especially what Katsuki tells him about HIS father and the reason why he left,” Inko said.

“Oh, shit,” Mitsuki whispered.

--Ten Years Old--

“Izuku, sweetie,” Inko said. “I believe you are old enough to know the real reason as to why your father left.”

Izuku looked up from his homework. She could see the simmering anger in his eyes at the mention of his father. The school and peers still blamed Izuku quirklessness as the reason why he left five years ago, Katsuki being the biggest enforcer, but Mitsuki and Masura can only do much. It still wasn’t enough in her opinion.

“You know how I work for Japan’s government as cyber security?” Inko said.

“Yeah, but what does that -”

“I’m getting there. I’m known as a cyber soldier,” Inko said. “I’m in the military, I’m a soldier so if the national government calls and says I have to move, then we have to move. I don’t listen to orders from the Hero Commission, just the national government. Your father is also a soldier only, his branch and title are different,” Inko said. “You know that new hero, Snipe?”

“Is Snipe my dad?” Izuku asked.

Inko laughed. “No, sweetie. Snipe’s too young. Snipe had trained under your father in the military. See, your father was - is - a trained military sniper and the Japanese government deployed your father’s unit to the newly recognized country, Weldon, to help train some new recruits and to help the country with their newly established military,” Inko said. Her tone went serious and she grabbed her apron. “That is what was supposed to happen.”

“Mom, did you need to take a break?” Izuku asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine. The camp that your father and Snipe was assigned to got attacked four months after your father arrived there. They were attacked by those who still supported the old leader’s political regime, thanks to the effects of the few vetern soldiers like your father, the new recruits like Snipe survived. Your father and the others were taken as hostages. As of now, until your father returns home, he - and the others that were taken - are prisoners of war.”

“Why are you telling me about this now?” Izuku asked. “Why didn’t you tell me about this when I was eight years old? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because, I had to wait until I was given permission and when I was finally able to, neither of us were in the right headspace for it.” Inko said. She reached over and grabbed her son’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Snipe would like to see you and he’s wanting to train you on being a hero while also talking to you about your father.”

--Twelve Years Old--

Two years of training under Snipe and two years of online schooling really helped Izuku’s confidence and intelligence. Inko couldn’t believe how badly she was hurting her own son by not taking him out of Aldera sooner, but she’s not making any excuses. She knows she was too involved in her own work, burying her worries about her husband and forcing Izuku to try and stay within her support system when her best friend’s son was Izuku’s biggest tormentor.

Now, Izuku’s body had grown with lean muscles that Snipe told her was good for speed and stealth, while leading enemies to underestimate how strong they really are. Izuku quickly learned about gun safety, knowing how to assemble, disassemble, load, unload, and knowing the different types of guns. Since Izuku started doing online schooling, his studies have improved so much and he actually has a healthy support system and friends. He always seems to be talking to a young girl named Momo and a young boy named Yuga who also take the same classes.

Izuku has come out of his shell so much since she had that conversation with Snipe that truly made Inko see how much she had failed as a mother just from wallowing in her own grief.

~~Flashback~~

“I don’t mean to overstep any boundaries,” Snipe said, “but I promised your husband that I would take care of his family and help Izuku achieve his dream of being a hero. I take my promises very seriously and ma’am, I’m going to make two things very clear to you. One is that the way you are treating your son now is hindering his progress in physical strength and intelligence. Get out of your own grief and focus on your son and his needs. The second thing is that you can tell me no all you want, you can scream it until you’re red in the face, but I WILL be training your son to be a hero. You WILL NOT and CANNOT stop me.”

“Now, listen here,” Inko said in defense but Snipe held up his hand to stop her.

“Ma’am, you’re best friends with his tormentor’s mother, and because of that you force Izuku to spend time with him in close contact. You are putting pressure on Izuku to be his tormentor’s friend. Take five steps back from your grief, from your work, and from your viewpoint. Watch, observe, and actually listen to Izuku, learn about how his school days are, watch his body language to see what he’s hiding from you, and listen to him when he talks about heroes, quirks, and his dreams.”

Snipe placed his hand on her shoulder gently and squeezed it.

“Hisashi talked about how you are such a wonderful mother and an amazing wife, he loves and cherishes you, but would you want him to see you like this? Someone who got lost in their sadness and forgot about the beautiful life that is their child who believes their father abandoned him because he’s quirkless? Or would you rather for Hisashi to come home to a son who knows his father as a soldier, a teacher, and a father who truly loved him for him?”

~~End Flashback~~

Snipe had opened her eyes when he gave her that talk and she realized she had truly ignored her son’s own grievances over his father. Hisashi and she both knew that Izuku was smarter than those of his own age, but his grades were not reflecting that anymore and that should have been her first clue that there was something wrong. However, they were getting fixed since Snipe had some high connections in the Japan national government and the case of Aldera discriminating against her son along with breaking other laws, while still being investigated, was in her favor. Aldera staff would not be able to get a teaching job or any job within an education field or childcare as they would have a black mark on their records, and all the students who bullied Izuku would have black flags on their records.

She remembers Mitzuki asking her if she wasn’t being too harsh on the children, especially Katsuki. That giving them a black flag would make sure Katsuki would never achieve his dream of being a hero.

“Your son clearly told Izuku multiple times that his father left him because he was quirkless, your son used his quirk on Izuku multiple times to hurt him, your son told Izuku that he was worthless, giving him the name Deku that everyone in the school, including the staff used to call him. If that wasn’t all, Mitsuki, your son also told Izuku that he could never be a hero, so how am I being too harsh?” Inko said. She let out a sigh. “I’m sorry Mitsuki, I know that children can still learn from their actions as they are still young, but I’m not even in charge of the investigation. The national government is and they are the ones who decide everything.”

That was the same day that Izuku came home with the brightest smile on his face about how he was learning how to use and throw knives. The fight between her and Mitsuki felt small compared to the excitement her son came home with.

He’s come a long way since he first met Snipe and knows now that she really shouldn’t have kept his father a secret from him. He doesn’t hate his father from the stories Inko and Snipe have told him, from the pictures he looks at now to when he was younger and with his father, and homemade videos.

There were a couple of knocks on the door that would now change their world and life.

When Izuku came home after his training with Snipe, he saw his mom sitting at the kitchen table, her eyes were red and puffy, the tear stains were still visible on her face.

“Mom? Is everything okay?” Izuku asked.

“No, Izuku, I’m afraid not,” Inko said. “Izuku, your father has been confirmed dead. They found his tail and dog tags.”

Inko took a deep breath. She knew this day would happen, it’s been seven years and she finally got some closure over it. It still hurts, the fact that her son’s memories of his father were from when he was a lot younger. She felt two arms wrapped around her and a head on her shoulder.

“Mom, I know now that Dad really cared for me. From the stories, you’ve told me about him, the homemade videos, the pictures, and the stories that Uncle Snipe and you have told me about him. I am starting to feel a connection with him,” Izuku said, his voice wavering as he tried to be strong.

Inko smiled and turned when he let her go. “There is something I know he would want you to have,” she said as she grabbed a small box with the Japanese flag design on it. “He would want you to have his dog tags.”

“Are you sure, Mom?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll never take them off. I’ll keep Dad forever close to my heart,” Izuku said.

~~Fifteen years~~

“Aizawa,” Snipe said as he passed his co-worker in the halls of U.A. before classes start for the first day of school. “May I have a moment of your time?”

Aizawa sighed. “Of course, Snipe.”

“I’m going to cash in a couple of my favors that you owe me,” Snipe said. Aizawa raised an eyebrow at that but Snipe didn’t stop talking. “Consider it beneficial for you as well. Your student, Midoriya Izuku, don’t expel him.”

“He has to prove to me that he has potential and from I’ve seen - he -”

“He has more potential than All Might and Hawks combined,” Snipe interrupted. “Nedzu has already taken him on as a personal student and the world is now on course for a revolution because I know Midoriya personally.”

Aizawa blinked as Snipe chuckled. “He somehow got a quirk, old friend,” Snipe said and even though it was just those two in the hallway, and Nedzu via camera, Aizawa had a feeling he was talking to someone else.

“After school today, I plan on confronting All Might because the Entrance Exam was the first time Midoriya used his quirk,” Snipe said.

“What do you mean, first time?” Aizawa said.

“Midoriya was born and has been quirkless up until recently, but you watched the exam. He excels in using a knife, analyzing and organizing others to help those that are injured, he’s the only student who received points in all of our categories.”

“You know you weren't supposed to tell anyone of those secret points.”

“I didn’t. I don’t know if he was doing what he naturally would’ve done or if he hacked the U.A. system, but you see,” Snipe said. He moved his cowboy hat down over the eye holes of his mask. “An old friend of mine introduced me to the Midoriya family and had always said that Izuku was born without a quirk because the gods would fear him for his intelligence and power. He has the heart of a hero and the drive of a soldier.”

Aizawa sighed. “Fine, I won’t expel him, but I’m also going to be there when you talk with All Might if what you say is true.”

Aizawa was impressed with the kid. He stayed in the middle of the ranking without using his quirk, that little Snipe voice in his head that reminded Aizawa that the kid’s first time using his quirk was at the Entrance Exam.

Mineta was most definitely going to be expelled and if Midoriya stays in his rankings and doesn’t use his quirk, then he’ll put Bakugou into anger management and therapy. He’s already told Bakugou that he has two strikes against him and a reminder that his record has a yellow flag on it from his bullying of Midoriya. One more strike and then he’ll be moved to Gen Ed and his parents will be called into a meeting. There Nedzu and Aizawa will refresh their memories of U.A. policies on bullying and discrimination, the yellow flag will turn into a red mark which will have stricter guidelines to follow.

Bakugou’s first strike was insulting Midoriya with ‘Deku’ and trying to attack Midoriya with his quirk who defended himself. The second strike came when Midoriya was the first one out on the field a full three minutes before Bakugou who then tried to attack Midoriya again saying something about a useless pebble and thought he finally did the world a favor by offing himself.

“Midoriya,” Aizawa said. “You’re next.”

“”Yes, sir,” Midoriya said and went to stand in the circle.

Aizawa waited and Midoriya threw the ball, green lightning spreading throughout his body, Aizawa activated his quirk which cancelled the green lightning before the throw could be powered with the quirk and a broken bone, but the kid didn’t even flinch.

In fact, the kid pulled a knife out of nowhere and tossed it at the ball. The knife made contact with the ball and Aizawa showed the record. Even without the use of his quirk, he was still in the middle of the class.

“Sensei, what happened to his quirk?” the girl with the earphone jack quirk asked.

“Sensei erased my quirk for some reason,” Midoriya said and with his eyes sparkling, he continued talking. “Aizawa-sensei is the Underground hero, EraserHead, the Erasure hero. His quirk, Erasure erases almost all quirks except for mutant types.”

“No one came here to listen to you ramble, you damn Deku. You are so freaking annoying,” Bakugou said.

“Bakugou, I’ve told you many times to please quit calling me worthless, however at this point, I’m starting to believe that you actually don’t remember what my name was,” Midoriya said.

“Enough. Midoriya is correct that I erased his quirk because he broke three of his four limbs during the Entrance Exam. You would be a liability on the battlefield if that was an actual battle,” Aizawa said. He tossed a spare ball at Midoriya. “Try it again.”

“Can I retrieve my knife first?”

Aizawa tossed one of his own hidden knives at the green hair student who caught it with ease. ‘What the hell have you been training this kid with Snipe?’ Aizawa thought.

Green lightning danced on the student’s skin as he threw the ball. Midoriya took the knife out of its covering, the lightning moved faster and glowed brighter as he threw the knife which hit the ball again.

‘This kid...Snipe, the hell?’ Aizawa thought as Midoriya’s record showed him with a further ball throw than Bakugou’s.

Aizawa saw movement out of the corner of his eye and sighed mentally while he reacted.

“This is your final strike, Bakugou,” Aizawa said over top of Bakugou yelling at Midoriya calling him a liar, and how dare you’ve been looking down at me, Aizawa wrapped his capture scarf around Bakugou’s mouth.

“You know, Bakugou, I’ve never looked down on you, in fact, I admired you,” Midoriya said as a smile filled with the brightness of the sun (must not allow this Problem Child to be close friends with Hizashi as they will cause the sun to go blind). “I actually wanted to help support your dream, you know, like a good best friend does. So, I hacked into the public records and changed your black mark to a yellow flag so you’ll have a chance.”

The smile changed into a sad one. “Don’t worry, Nedzu was impressed with it and was aware of it. I won’t get in trouble for it because I tried to be a good friend to you, I became Nedzu’s personal student, but now Bakugou, now it was you who destroyed your own dreams. Not me.”

Midoriya looked at Aizawa and then started to flap his arms. “No broken bones, Sensei. Also would it be possible to talk to you before school tomorrow?”

“Yes. Now everyone except for Bakugou - please quit using your quirk. I’m getting dry eyes over here. - and Mineta, head back to the classroom and grab a syllabus. Mineta, grab your things and leave. You’re expelled,” Aizawa said.

Mineta started to cry and quickly launched himself at Momo to try and grope her only to be stopped by Midoriya grabbing onto the back of his shirt.

“You weren't thinking of touching one of my best friends in a perverse way, were you Mineta?” Midoriya said with a calm voice that reminded Aizawa of when Snipe was one nerve away from expelling someone himself.

Momo breathed out a sigh of relief and Aoyama walked over chuckling.

“Momo, darling, you owe our Izuku a newly bought notebook. You did lose the bet over him knowing who our homeroom teacher is,” Aoyama said.

~~Sixteen Years Old~~

Aizawa had a headache and he’s naming it after his boss. Aizawa was looking forward to today, Hero Day, where the heroic students will listen to their biggest fan read a letter to them over how much they’ve changed that person’s life. Nedzu and the teachers would usually choose and vote on candidates, but this year, Nedzu had already decided Midoriya’s biggest fan without the staff’s approval or knowledge.

It wasn’t Eri and she’s been crying over it since she found out. Nedzu also decided to do things out of order and leave Midoriya for last, however, the reason for this Nedzu named headache is also because there is a suspicious person in the group of fans that keeps making Aizawa go on edge.

He tried to ignore it and focus on his students' reactions as their fans read them their letter. He hid smiles and used the cliche ‘there’s something in my eye’ and ‘that was an adorable cat, shut up,’ lines when someone noticed his watery eyes.

‘Of course,’ Aizawa thought as the suspicious person rolled over to the mic. ‘Problem Child would have a potential villain as a number one fan.’

The person was in a wheelchair and lowered the microphone to his mouth level.

“Aizawa,” Eri said tugging on his shirt. “Can I get a Mr. Dekiru onesie too?”

“What?”

“The person on stage is wearing a Mr. Dekiru onesie,” Eri said and that caused Aizawa to actually focus on the person.

The person was indeed wearing a onesie that was based off of Dekiru’s hero costume, the hood was up and it covered their eyes, but it went farther down the head like -

Ah. That’s what’s been throwing Aizawa off. The person must have some sort of mutation quirk because the head was shaped weird.

“Yes,” Aizawa said. “We’ll find you a Dekiru onesie.”

“Sensei, do you know who that is?” Ilda asked and was there slight jealousy in his tone?

“No, Nedzu told us nothing about Midoriya’s fan,” Aizawa said.

Ilda nodded.

“Hello everyone,” the fan - a male going by the rough voice said. “Before I read my letter, I just want to thank everyone for this moment. I know Dekiru already has a lot of fans, and in a little bit, I hope everyone will have an idea of how much this means to me.”

Aizawa saw Snipe stand up straighter, like he recognized the voice or knew that the voice held power.

“Some of the events I'm going to be speaking about are traumatic, especially the Overhaul Raid that happened a couple of months ago,” the man said. “I’m sorry in advance and if you need to leave, then I understand.”

“Eri,” Aizawa said as she took his hand. “You tell me when you're yellow and red, okay?”

Eri nodded her head.

“Eleven years ago, I left my family and life behind to serve our country. It was supposed to be a training camp for new recruits, but we got attacked and some of us were held captive. At first, I kept my hopes up high, but as the days progressed and I wasn’t allowed to see the sun, my hopes started to drop. I don’t know how long I was held captive before I started to consider letting death embrace me when laughter caught my attention. Something deep down told me to open my eyes, to see what they were laughing at, so with the last of my energy, I looked at the small television and saw Dekiru with a beautiful, scared little girl tied to his back, protecting her from Overhaul. The way Dekiru quirk engulfed them in that green lightning was bright and from my cell, away from Japan, I felt a surge of power rush into me. I watched Dekiru fight and every second, I felt the will to survive, the power to escape course through my veins. I escaped that night, I dragged my beat-up, broken, weak body out of my cell, out of the building, only to find myself in an unfamiliar area. The video of the fight started to play through my head again, and I started to drag myself in a direction.”

The man squeezed the arms of his wheelchair and took a deep breath to steady himself.

Aizawa felt Eri squeeze his hand. “Aizawa, is that man like me?” she asked.

“I-I don’t know,” Aizawa said.

“If that man is who I think he is,” Snipe said as Midoriya pressed himself closer to Snipe’s side, “then in a way, yes. He’s been held captive and tortured for eleven years, kid. Longer than you’ve been alive.”

“Snipe, are you -” Midoriya said in such a scared and awed tone that was way too similar to Eri’s own tone.

“I finally found a friendly home, who proceeded to get me immediate medical help,” the man said as he continued. “And while I waited for everything to be cleared so I could return home. I kept rewatching that fight, even when I felt death trying to claim me over and over again, I refused. Every time my eyes closed, I saw Dekiru fighting Overhaul, protecting that little girl with everything he had. I felt my resolve to get better become stronger. Two months ago, I finally returned home to Japan and so much has changed, but I knew I was in for some devastating news. I had lost something that would let me walk, but then I had discovered the video from the Sports Festival of Dekiru fighting against Shoto, and something told me I could still live. So, I worked hard to get myself healthy to start doing any physical therapy. I watched the Sports Festival everyday before and after therapy, I kept watching the Overhaul fight to serve as a reminder over how far I’ve come,” the man said.

The man looked over towards Nedzu. “Then I received a visitor who offered this chance to me and I took it because now I had a new goal. My new goal would be impossible because I wouldn’t be able to keep my balance, but I was determined. Just as determined as Dekiru was when he went to save Native and Ingenium from Stain in Hosu. Just as determined as Dekiru was to protect the little boy from Musculaur.”

The man slowly stood up and a stump of a tail could be seen behind him.

“Everyday, when I first woke up, I watched the Muscular fight and before I went to bed, I watched the Stain fight. Dekiru’s fight with Muscular showed Dekiru fighting through so much pain, but he never gave up,” the man said as he moved the microphone up to his shaky standing level before moving his hands up to the hoodie. “And I am so proud and thankful of you being in my life, Dekiru, and for proving me wrong.”

The man took off the hoodie as he continued to speak, his scarred dragon head with dark green scales missing in spots, a toxic green eye looked ahead with a blank expression while the other eye was filled with so much emotion. “The gods did not give you a quirk because they would be terrified of your power and intelligence, but they had to wait until the world was ready for you.”

“Dad…?” Midoriya said in a small voice that was filled with so much hope and wonder.

“I am proud to call you my hero, Dekiru, but I am even prouder to call you my little hero, my fluffy mint, my son,” the man said.

Midoriya ran towards the man with a tearful scream of dad and was engulfed in the man’s arms, the man barely standing, his snourt burying itself inside Midoriya’s green curls. Aizawa knew his husband was crying and All Might was tearing up as well while still looking proud. In fact, Aizawa is pretty sure, most of the people in the area were crying because he could hear Kaminari, Mina, Hakagure, Dark Shadow, and Kendo sobbing their hearts out.

“I missed you so much,” the dragon said as he moved his head away from the curls and rested his forehead against Midoriya’s forehead. “I’m home now and I’m never leaving you again. I’m so proud of you, my fluffy hero.”

The dragon man looked up and let out a chokeful, wet laugh, tears running down his cheeks. He placed a clawed hand on Midoriya’s shoulder, the other hand going up to his forehead in a salute.

“At ease, Lieutenant Captain Shuici,” the man said.

“Welcome home, Admiral Midoriya,” Snipe said, who was saluting the man before them.

“It’s Admiral General Midoriya now,” The older Midoriya said with a laugh as he sat back in the wheelchair with the help of the younger Midoriya. “It’s good to be home, especially after eleven long years of being a prisoner of war,” Dragon Midoriya said as he looked at his son with pride. “Thank you so much for protecting my family in my place, Satoshi.”

Aizawa and some other coworkers looked over at Snipe with disbelief. There is no way, a zero chance, that they have been working with the Prime Minister's son for these past years.

“It’s what soldiers and best friends do, Hisashi,” Snipe said. “Besides, Izuku was a delight, my father looks at him like a beloved grandson, and as the Prime Minister he might have used Izuku’s analysis skills for a couple of things, but the important thing is that we both have a lot of stories to share with you over some of his adventures.”

“I can’t wait to hear them, but for now, my fluffy mint. I think I would like to meet your friends and teachers,” dragon Midoriya said.

Izuku wiped the tears from his eyes, “Of course, Dad,” Izuku said with a smile. “They are all amazing heroes, but just like I’m your number one hero, you’re my number one hero too, Dad.”