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Nana Shimura looked down at her daughter with tears in her eyes. Her husband was now gone, and this would be the last time she ever saw her beloved Inko. She knew that if she were to die, Gran Torino and Toshinori might still look for the child against her wishes. So she asked them not to look for her son. It was a small lie, and one they didn’t even think might be factually incorrect, but when she died, if they did look for Inko, they wouldn’t find her, not when they were looking for a boy.

All for one smirked, watching Nana Shimura’s child at the graduation. The trick with making them think they were looking for a male worked for over a decade, but Inko looked too much like her mother, and had her father’s hair.

His original intention had been to kill the child in front of the successor, but he didn’t believe the oaf would understand that Nana had lied about the gender, and wouldn’t believe Inko to be his mentor’s child.

It made it harder to use the child, but not impossible. After all, grandchildren were still a viable option.

She didn’t remember her birth parents, or much about her original life at all, not even her original last name. She only knew herself as a Midoriya, the name of her adopted parents.

So when he introduced himself, it was as Shimura Hisashi

Tenko was born, her hair a mix between Inko’s dark green hair, and his own white, making it an interesting lime colour, almost blue. The doctors explained that there was even a chance his hair might turn blue as he aged, but that didn’t mean the child wasn’t his, hair genetics were just weird. They said it to comfort him, to assure him his wife didn’t cheat on him, but he wasn’t worried, he had long since taken away Inko’s free will.

Instead, it gave him an idea.

He already had Tenko to demoralise Nana’s successor, but after he was destroyed, there would still be an entire society to play around with, and plenty of heroes left in the world that he would have trouble getting to on his own.

It was a lot harder to put someone together than it was to take them apart, he found out, and that was just as true for their mind, but it was either let Inko start to become her own person again, or have to control her through the affair.

And he really did not want to know what the sidekick was like on dates or in bed, thank you very much.

Iida Tensei knew that there would never be a more chaotic class than his own. (He would be proven wrong in sixteen years, but it was a close second)

His group of friends took up half the class, and caused chaos that had more than one teacher retiring early, and it wasn’t refined to their school days. Looking at the invitation to a group chat, he sighed, a fond smile appearing on his features as he wondered what they were getting themselves into now, since there was no way he wasn’t going to be a part of the inevitable mess. Tensei was proud to admit he was ride-or-die for his friends. He hoped that if he ever had to look after someone younger than him, that they wouldn’t have the same stress-inducing trait.

Ingenium just slid into the server.

Hound Dog: Alright, that’s everybody
Present Mic: What about Oboro and Rei?
Midnight: Mic…
Ms Joke: welp, now that every1 is suitably depressed, want a joke to lighten the mood?
Ms Joke: eraser, you’re not going to tell me no?
Ms Joke: Eraser?
Ms Joke: ?
Ms Joke: …
True Man: Don’t take it personally
True Man: He has been ghosting everybody.
Sir Nighteye: Explain.
True Man: It’s pretty obvious he’s grieving?
Sir Nighteye: I meant Ryo.
Hound Dog: Alright, but it’s pretty heavy topics, so before we get into it…
Hound Dog: Hurry up and do what you have wanted to since the beginning and change your names
Hound Dog: Get it over and Done with you heathens.

Midnight changed their name to Noon

Noon changed Sir Nighteye’s name to Lady Dayou

Ms Joke changed their name to Marry Me?

Marry Me? changed Eraserhead’s name to No.

Ingenium changed True Man’s name to Detective Detector

Present Mic changed Ingenium’s name to Tensei-Sensei

Noon changed Present Mic’s name to Michael

Lady Dayou changed Hound Dog’s name to ANCAR:C

ANCAR:C: I regret meeting every last one of you.
ANCAR:C: Alright, so I created this chat because of something that has been going on ever since I told you heathens I wanted to have a second job in therapy.
Noon: Ooh~ Idea!

Noon changed ANCAR:C’s name to capitalismtherapist

capitalismtherapist changed their name to ANCAR:C

ANCAR:C: Too Far Nemuri.
Noon: 😞 Sorry
ANCAR:C: Back on track
ANCAR:C: Ever since I announced my intention to become a therapist
ANCAR:C: You lot have taken that as an invitation to come to me for your issues
ANCAR:C: The problem with this being:
ANCAR:C: I’m not stuck under any confidentiality laws yet.
ANCAR:C: Now I have kept silent for you all despite this
ANCAR:C: But I currently have five of you DMing me about THE SAME BARKING PROBLEM
ANCAR:C: 1. Keeping secrets from eachother is going to cause a disconnect between us
ANCAR:C: 2. Talking about your issues helps.
ANCAR:C: 3. Helping eachother through this will help promote healthy bonds and bring us closer together so we will work better in the field thanks to trust gained
ANCAR:C: 4. Building up this support system now will be beneficial
ANCAR:C: 5. Keeping secrets to yourselves, you have actually started to harm eachother
ANCAR:C: And this is why this server has been made.

ANCAR:C changed the chat name to Group Therapy Bitches

ANCAR:C: I am going to call out your names
ANCAR:C: During the first Round, you WILL tell the group the REAL reason you joined the hero course
ANCAR:C: During the second round, you will be revealing your biggest issue right now
ANCAR:C: And since I’m not currently bound by confidentiality laws…
ANCAR:C: If you don’t say it, or say something that wasn’t what I meant
ANCAR:C: I Will Say It For You.
ANCAR:C: Now, I understand that this is the biggest violation of your privacy that I could have ever done.
ANCAR:C: And after this, I will understand if you feel as if you can no longer trust me, or even continue to be friends with me.
ANCAR:C: But I promise that this will help in the long run, and I am ONLY doing this to help y’all, do you understand that?
Lady Dayou: …
Lady Dayou: Ryo…
Lady Dayou: “Y’all”?
ANCAR:C: ffs
No.: ryo, at the risk of sounding like i care, you are our friend, and if you feel like this is important, then i will participate
Noon: ^ I must admit I’m not happy about being outed, but if you think it’ll help, then I’ll do it.
Tensei-Sensei: ^
Detective Detector: I can’t see you doing this out of malicious intent, so while I have a feeling this is more for the others than me, I’ll follow your lead.
No.: because you don’t fucking do anything Naomasa
Marry Me?: do something at least mildly illegal and then we’ll talk
Marry Me?: it’s probably long overdue me telling you guys anyway
Michael: We all trust your judgement, Dog, and know you would never hurt us intentionally
Michael: So let’s get this show on the road!
Michael: Now that everyone (In this chat) has agreed, if you want us to call in, you’re going to have to start us off, dog!
Michael: So answering completely honestly:
Michael: How hard are you crying rn? 😜
ANCAR:C: I admit to nothing you heathens. But ❤️ Thank you all.
Lady Dayou: No y’all this time?
ANCAR:C: I am going to bite you.
Noon: Kinky
Lady Dayou: I guessed that was going to be the outcome even without my quirk.
Lady Dayou: So who is first?
ANCAR:C: Actually… Rei. I’m speaking on her behalf, and I got her permission to reveal this to you all.
ANCAR:C: For those who don’t know (Tensei) the hero course isn’t actually only for heroes. Laws are currently in the process of being changed, but as of right now, the only way you can use your quirk in public is to get a hero licence. Rei was one of those people. She wanted to be a professional artist, to make ice sculptures for a living. She didn’t want to reveal this, however, because of those of us in the course to save people. She saw herself surrounded by all these noble intentions, and was ashamed of her dream.
Michael: Wait, is that why she dropped out? Because we made her feel guilty?
Tensei-Sensei: D:
ANCAR:C: No, she dropped out because she got married.
Noon: nani the fuck?
Marry Me?: who got what now???
Tensei-Sensei: we weren’t invited to the wedding??
Michael: She didn’t even tell us?
ANCAR:C: @everyone shut the bark up
ANCAR:C: It was an arranged marriage, she had no choice in the guest list since her husband wanted it to be a quiet affair and he was rich enough to steamroll everything into going his way.
Noon: Oh…
Noon: Is she at least happy with him?
ANCAR:C: She hasn’t said anything about her own emotional state.
Detective Detector: That doesn’t bode well :/
ANCAR:C: No it does not. He is actually the reason we have to have this new chat. He had been getting increasingly upset at her number of messages, so she asked me to make a new chat without her so she isn’t tempted to check her phone as often.
No.: those aren’t good signs
Noon: painting a real bad picture…
Marry Me?: who is the groom(er) i just want to talk >:C
ANCAR:C: If you think you can take him go ahead, but I have to warn you it’s Endeavor.
Marry Me?: 😨 I… don’t think it would be a good idea to talk to him anymore…
Michael: He’s been the number two for the past four years, so…
Michael: We really can’t do anything here, can we?
Lady Dayou: I could ask All Might, but… it will cause more harm than good, wouldn’t it? She is backed into a corner with no way out, and there is nothing we can do.
ANCAR:C: Yes. That is why she neglected to tell us. I didn’t know either until recently.
Michael: WAIT GUYS ENDEAVOR HAS KIDS I DID A SEGMENT ON IT ON MY SHOW! Twins, a boy and a girl, and a boy a year younger!
Noon: So doing tha math right… She would have been 16 when she conceived the twins… And Endeavor would have been 22…
Tensei-Sensei: Isn’t that illegal??
Detective Detector: Sadly no, since her parents signed off on the marriage.
Marry Me?: okay, so in order of when we found out… ryo got bullied his entire life, hizashi’s parents abandoned him after he deafened them at birth, we all know shouta’s tragic backstory by now, i’m chronically depressed, and now rei’s stuck in an abusive relationship… is there any more sad pasts i need to be aware of?
Noon: Well Ryo did create this chat for a reason, and not just to share what Rei’s dealing with…
Marry Me?: UGH okay i’ll get the ice cream so you can hit me with the Depresso™️
ANCAR:C: Alright, so first round. Skipping over everyone who we already know their true reasoning… Mic, you’re up first.
Michael: Aw shit…
Michael: Fiiiiiiiiine.
Michael: Okay, so first of all, I do actually want to be a hero, and I’ve wanted it all my life. Being a Hero/Radio Host combo has always been my dream. But it’s only half the reason I joined the Hero Course, and until now only Ryo and Sho knew that and why. Y’know how I tend to shout at everybody? It’s not actually to stand out or be obnoxious. I just have really bad control over my quirk, and I didn’t want to get arrested for it.
ANCAR:C: And the reason you have bad control over it?
Michael: I was saving that for the second round. 😎
ANCAR:C: Nice try.
Michael: Remember how I deafened my sperm and egg donor & the doctor too when I was born?
Michael: Yeah, they weren't the only ones, my quirk doesn't protect my own ears either.
Michael: I've been deaf my entire life.
No.: I understand that everybody is probably reeling from this information but I'm honestly not surprised.
No.: It explains so much.
No.: You have an excuse now.
Michael: Rude.
ANCAR:C: Now, Nao?
Detective Detector: <- My name explains it a lot, actually, I want to be a police officer/detective, and my quirk’s useful for it, so I needed to get my license to use it.
ANCAR:C: Thank you for your honesty. Now… Nemuri, you’re the last one of round one. Take your time if you need it.
Noon: :C
Noon: …
Noon: I became a hero to help me boost my confidence and to train enough that I could finally feel safe after being raped

Tensei couldn’t breathe, eyes narrowing on that one little word as his blood froze in his veins.

He wasn't sure how long it was until he heard the telltale ding of a new message, and he was snapped out of his daze.

Noon: Wow, I’ve never seen the chat so silent for this long lol
Michael: Nem…
Noon: Don’t say sorry, ‘zashi, you weren’t the one who did it.
Michael: I just had no idea…
Noon: What? My hero costume and persona doesn’t scream “has something to prove” to you?
No.: well when you say it like that, it’s kind of hard not to see it now
Lady Dayou: I would just like to take a moment to formally apologize for any and all comments I have ever made about you Nemuri.
Marry Me?: guys when i said to commence with the Sad™️ i was joking
Tensei-Sensei: Nem, were you…
Tensei-Sensei: Alright with it?
Marry Me?: ???
Tensei-Sensei: Long story, just-
Tensei-Sensei: DMs for privacy?
Noon: Alright, I’ll slide into your DMs 😏
Tensei-Sensei: Too Soon! I just needed to ask you something important!
ANCAR:C: Don’t worry Tensei, Midnight was completely willing when you two fucked last night.
Michael: Excuse me???
Marry Me: 👀 yo what the fuck?
Detective Detector: Run that by us one more time?
Lady Dayou: ☕
Noon: Ryo?!?
ANCAR:C: The next time two of you morons enter a secret relationship behind everyone’s backs, slowly start to gain relationship troubles, have sex to try and rekindle the flame, then realize afterwards that your love for eachother is completely platonic, maybe DON’T SPAM ME ABOUT EVERY DETAIL ASKING FOR ADVICE ON HOW TO BREAK UP WITH THEM BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND!
Marry Me?: damn, sis snapped…
Noon: Oh thank god, so we’re still friends?
Tensei-Sensei: I’m currently mortified, but yeah, we’re still friends, and let’s never try this again, kay? ❤️
Noon: I’ll drink to that ❤️
Noon: Wait can we have a break-up party?
Lady Dayou: I’m going to have to intervene here and say no.
Lady Dayou: But congratulations?
Lady Dayou: On making your dumping official??
No.: I regret knowing all of you
ANCAR:C: Thanks for volunteering to be first for round two Eraser!
ANCAR:C: Go ahead and share with the group!
No.: …
No.: <-
No.: it’s completely illogical to do things like this
No.: just tell the group everything you want us to know and/or reveal
No.: and get it over and done with
ANCAR:C: That would make things a million times easier but I’d need to know you’re okay with it first. Send a 🐾 if you’re fine with me infodumping your issues.
Tensei-Sensei: 🐾
Detective Detector: 🐾
Marry Me?: 🐾
Noon: 🐾 also Naomasa I love that you want to be a part of this but I’m pretty sure he meant those of us who actually end up in scandals.
Detective Detector: One day I’m going to do something outside of just being 🧍 That One Guy who hangs out with you crazies.
No.: 🐾 Doubt.
Michael: 🐾 We love you being normal, don’t worry!
Lady Dayou: … If this turns out to reveal the topic we have been discussing you had better come up with a good explanation, but 🐾
ANCAR:C: Sorry but you have never had good luck Nighteye
Lady Dayou: …
ANCAR:C: On the topic of secret relationships, the reason your “attempts” to get Eraser to realize Emi is in love with him always failed is because she isn’t.
Noon: :O
ANCAR:C: Yeah, the two of them are both very much gay and have been eachother’s beards this entire time. All of your matchmaking schemes have been in vain.
Tensei-Sensei: The headband and visible biceps probably should have given it away for Emi… Wow we’re all blind. But congrats guys on coming out even if it wasn’t really your choice, we still care for you! ❤️
Detective Detector: We’re all allies, you know this by now. ❤️
Marry Me?: That’s actually super relieving to hear even if I already knew?? ❤️
No.: … ❤️
Michael: ❤️, but Eraser sent us a heart!!!! 🤯
No.: Screenshots can be edited, you have no proof I sent anything.
Michael: Noooooooooooooooooooo 😭
ANCAR:C: ❤️ but we need to move on so all of y’all shut the bark up and let me type it all up at once to get it over and done with
Lady Dayou: ❤️ y’all
ANCAR:C: I Swear To Everything You Hold Dear I Will Kill You One Day Sasaki.
Lady Dayou: Doubt.
ANCAR:C: Shut up and let me type.
ANCAR:C: Emi and Nemuri have been pining over eachother since second year, but they don’t hold the record because Mic’s been in love with Shouta since the year one sports festival. But I’m not outing your crush for now reason, Hizashi, because Shouta’s fallen madly for our resident DJ. I’m not sure how long he’s felt that way though, he never talks about his own emotions and I only found out recently. And it is because of his feelings that you two had that argument yesterday. For those who aren’t aware, aka everyone, Mic and his current GF broke up (finally) and he was complaining to Eraser, who got jealous and implied she left him because he wasn’t good enough in bed. Mic made a comment about Shouta’s V card, so in a rare moment of illogical emotion (gasp!!!) he went out to get some, shall we say, experience. Which leads us to the third person who was dissatisfied last night and decided *I* was the person to approach to talk about it. Only two more one night stands to expose, who’s next?
Noon: Wait, did half of us really get laid last night without planning to? Man, we missed out on some group fun we could have had together~
Detective Detector: Midnight, no, just enjoy watching this unfold, we can tease them later.
Marry Me?: i dunno about teasing, but im suddenly VERY busy sliding into nemuris DMs 😉😏
Tensei-Sensei: Can I just say that now it’s not just me and Nem, Hound snapping is the most glorious thing that’s happened in a while. After all these years, the pining might be showing an end in sight?
No.: wait-
Detective Detector: Eraser, Mic isn’t subtle. Everyone knew he had a crush on you, except you. We just all thought you were straight so we never brought it up.
Marry Me?: im just cackling rn because i have a visual on mic
Marry Me?: and while nem and i are setting up the deets for our first date like the distinguished lesbians we are, because we know what to do after your crush confesses to liking you back, mic is being a disaster bi and just gaping at his phone. (well im assuming bi anyway, you did seem serious about that girl in third year so i dont think she was your beard)
Michael: (Yeah I’m Bi, and it was serious before she cheated on me 😞) So, Sho, thoughts?
ANCAR:C: Thank you, Presentation Microphone, for volunteering! (Also stop pretending you have everything together like you’re not panicking right now)
Noon: ☕
ANCAR:C: Mic, after the fight with his one true love, decided to drown his sorrows at a party (Which he crashed, but for now that’s irrelevant) where he met a lovely lady who he was too drunk to get the number off of, but did get lucky with. There’s not too much to say here, this is hardly the worst thing he’s been exposed for.
Michael: True... 😔🤡
Marry Me?: jfc mic, do you need a leash or something?
Noon: kinky~
ANCAR:C: Hopefully Aizawa will be his leash once they get together, but for now, does the fifth and final member of the nightstand club want to step forward and reveal themselves?
Noon: !!! Go Nightstand Club!
Michael: Club Nightstand! (Come on guys revel in the embarrassment)
Tensei-Sensei: … Nightstand Club 🤦♂️
No.: You are moronic, but Club Nightstand I guess.
Lady Dayou: … Nightstand Club, let this be our first and FINAL meeting.
Detective Detector: Nighteye?!?
Michael: joke here, i dropped and broke my phone and mic is too busy screeching my ears off to realize i took his, but WTF NIGHTEYE!?! -joke
Noon: I can’t believe Sasaki fucking MIRAI of all people would join the club
Michael: mic says he can’t believe sir even has a libido. -joke
No.: And here is the exact moment in time where I Give Up.
ANCAR:C: Now do y’all see why I can’t handle this on my own?!
Lady Dayou: y’all
ANCAR:C: stfu
Lady Dayou: And in my defense, I have been dating her for a year now, so I’m not fully in the club, and I believe plenty of time has passed so as to not make it seem insensitive or irresponsible.
Tensei-Sensei: ngl I’m still shooketh
Michael: why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend?!?! D’: -joke
Lady Dayou: And risk any of you deciding to try and help and give me relationship advice?
Detective Detector: I mean, he has a point.
Noon: Ouch!
Noon: I mean…
Noon: You’re not wrong
Noon: But still
Michael: mirai out here coming for our necks -joke
ANCAR:C: As correct as he may be, he actually needs relationship advice because he is technically in the Nightstand Club for a reason, and that’s why he chose to tell me today. Sasaki, care to share?
Lady Dayou: I had been hoping for at least some dignity to keep to myself. And I assume you will tell if I do not?
ANCAR:C: You would be correct.
Lady Dayou: She left a letter before I woke up.
Noon: Aww 😊
ANCAR:C: Just reminding everyone (Midnight) that I brought this up because he needs relationship advice and she left a note.
Noon: Oh! 😟
Michael: Present Mic and I can be over with my ice cream in 5 minutes -joke
Lady Dayou: You live 20 minutes away?
Michael: ☺️
Lady Dayou: Terrifying.
Detective Detector: Wait, I’m missing something.
Tensei-Sensei: (Mirai’s girlfriend dumped him after sleeping with him for the first time.)
Detective Detector: Oh! Ouch…
ANCAR:C: And finally, I have one more thing to ask of the Nightstand Club minus Tensei and Nemuri. The woman you slept with, what was her name and most distinguishable feature? Press send in exactly 20 seconds and not sooner or afterwards.
Michael: I honestly can’t remember her name but she was a greenette.
No.: She said her name was Inko and she had green hair that was almost black.
Lady Dayou: MidoriyaInko.jpg This is Inko and what she looks like.
Lady Dayou: WAIT
Michael: HOLD UP
No.: HOLD ON
Noon: 👀
ANCAR:C: I just didn’t want Mirai to be upset over someone who clearly isn’t loyal.
ANCAR:C: And she isn’t Midoriya Inko, she’s Shimura Inko. InkoandHisashiwedding.jpg
ANCAR:C: All three of you got played, congratulations, I’ve already gotten all of our agencies to give us a few days off, and the train is almost at the station with me on it with my fluffy blanket y’all fight over all the time. AND I’m not going to complain if you put on an All Might movie again. Sleepover time.
Lady Dayou: …
Lady Dayou: y’all
ANCAR:C: MOTHERBARKER

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Group Therapy Bitches

Noon: @everyone
Noon: In reality, I know I should be telling just Tensei this first
Noon: But if one of us gets in a bind, we ALL get in a bind
Noon: So it’s not a me problem, it’s a we problem
Noon: Solidarity!
Noon: positivepregnancytest.jpg

A clip of Ingenium running as he looks at his phone and tripping at highway speeds went viral that day.

Tenko was only two years old, and didn’t yet understand why mom and dad looked so worried. The child was told their younger brother came two months early, which just meant Tenko got to meet him sooner! They didn’t understand why he had to stay in a clear box when they could be out playing.

At least they knew his name now.

Izuku.

Group Therapy Bitches

Tensei-Sensei: So I have good news and bad news and news I’m not too sure where it fits on the good/bad spectrum yet.
Michael: Yo where have you been we’ve been pinging you like crazy and you haven’t been responding and apparently Nem’s in the hospital?
Tensei-Sensei: Yeah, I’m with her rn
Marry Me?: And???
No.: Bad news first.
No.: Get it over and done with.
Tensei-Sensei: There was a slight…
Tensei-Sensei: Complication.
ANCAR:C: Is the baby okay??
Noon: Wow. “Is the baby okay??” It’s not like the mother you’ve known for years is in this chat or anything 😠
Noon: Yeah, they just had to come out early because they were causing me issues.
Tensei-Sensei: Which brings us to the good news
Tensei-Sensei: baby.jpg
Lady Dayou: Before everyone starts gushing, need I remind you of the channel I created purely for talking about the adorableness of the child, and I will delete any messages that clog up the main channel.
Lady Dayou: What was the good/bad news, Tensei?
Tensei-Sensei: Nem and I have finally stopped arguing over if I was going to be considered Papa or Uncle Ten!
Tensei-Sensei: I’m now Papa, and she is Auntie Nem
Detective Detector: Wait, since when was that an option, I thought she wanted to be a mother?
Tensei-Sensei: She will be. And the child will be told that she is the mother, but she will be Auntie Nem!
Marry Me?: But Nem wanted to be called mama
Noon: Yeah, about that… Apparently only one of them was causing issues and had to be removed early, I’m still able to carry the second full term.
Michael: TWINS?!?!??!?
Noon: To the second-born we will be Mama and Uncle Ten
ANCAR:C: I feel like you’re making this needlessly complicated but congratulations??
Noon: You are all still helping raise them both with us though.
No.: Of course.
Marry Me?: Couldn’t stop me if you tried ❤️
Detective Detector: How did you decide which one would consider which one of you the parent?
Detective Detector: Also I agree with the needlessly complicated part, that sentence was ridiculous to type.
Tensei-Sensei: When opening Midnight up, we got a glimpse of the second baby while taking the first one out. The twins are a girl and a boy, and the boy has little engines like me, but the girl doesn’t, so I’m going to be papa to the boy so I can teach him how to use his quirk better as he ages.
ANCAR:C: That’s… surprisingly reasonable from you two??
Lady Dayou: So just to clarify, it is the boy who is currently outside of Nemuri?
Noon: Yes! And Midnight and I have decided on names for them both already!
No.: I thought you were going to raise them as two single parents?
Marry Me?: *One single father and a mother in a steady relationship but not with the father
Tensei: Ignoring Emi, yeah we’re not going to call the other mother and father when around the children, but Nem is still the mother biologically, so she deserves a say in the name.
Noon: And it’s not like we’re going to be raising them separately really. I already spend half my time at Tensei’s place anyway. We’re just two non-married parents raising our respective kids in the same house.
Noon: Plus, they’re twins!! I don’t want to separate them!
No.: So you’re going to have them both refer to a different person as their parent, but have them know who their parents actually are, and raise them as siblings, but have them not call their sibling’s parent their parent?
Tensei: Yes.
ANCAR:C: There are so many complications and confusing parts of that plan, but go off I guess, you do you
Michael: So if you’ve named them, what are their names??
Tensei: My son’s name is Iida Tenya!!
Lady Dayou: And Nemuri, your daughter?
Noon: Yaoyorozu Momo. I don’t want her associated with an r-rated heroine in case my sexual theme causes issues for her with her peers, and Yaoyorozu is my mother’s maiden name.
Marry Me?: Cute! ^.^
Marry Me?: Now send pics of the baby engines! 🔫
Tensei-Sensei: ChubbiestEnginesEver.jpg

All For One frowned when he looked over his son. Izuku’s hair had started growing out. Now, of course, he knew Inko cheated on him, he had been the one to subconsciously place the idea in her mind. It didn’t take much to make Inko have an affair with a hero for him to ruin mentally when Izuku grew up.

No, the problem was that his implanted order ended up working a little too well, and she ended up sleeping with three different heroes on the same night.

And now, he had no clue as to which one he could use Izuku to mess with.

Izuku was Quirkless. Inko and all three heroes were at least fourth generation quirk users, if not more, so there was a chance this child was also his, like Tenko, since he was first generation, but unfortunately, that was also impossible.

Izuku had two colours in his hair. He could understand the green, it came from Inko, but the blond HAD to have come from one of the heroes. It wasn’t a lot, only an occasional curl here and there.

It reminded him of Nighteye, who was coincidently one of the heroes slept with, and that would have been perfect, but Izuku had green eyes. A shade of green that was too bright to have come from a mixture of Nighteye’s and Inko’s eyes, but fit nicely in between Inko’s and Present Mic’s.

Except for the fact that his hair was curled. Something neither Inko or himself had. Sir Nighteye and Present Mic had dead straight hair. Eraserhead was the closest in having wavy hair, but even then, it wasn’t close enough to be a perfect match, but that could always be put up to genetics being such random chance.

The boy’s parentage was unknown, and he hated not knowing.

The worst year of Izuku’s life wasn’t even a full year.

It started when he turned 4 in July, and ended halfway through December.

In July, he spent his birthday in the hospital.

In August, he was diagnosed as Quirkless, as if it was some kind of disease.

In September, he lost his family and home.

In October, no-one gave him any candy.

In November, he fell into an enclosure full of extinct animals.

In December, he realized he couldn’t get out.

Izuku and Tenko raced off, each carrying a box to put in the moving vehicle. It was a game to see who could pack the most boxes the fastest. Of course, in their desire to help, neither of them had realized their mother was handing them empty boxes while she actually packed, but it was the thought that counts.

This continued on until two o’clock, where the two children were dressed up and walking over to Kacchan’s place. Due to the fact they were moving, they were too busy to have a big party when they were so busy. This meant instead of inviting all of Izuku’s friends, they could only invite Kacchan.

He found himself having fun, so he wasn’t that upset, he just wished they could have brought someone Tenko was friends with too.

Tenko was something known as Quirkless, so they didn’t have any friends outside of Izuku’s, who hadn’t started asking everyone what their Quirks were yet. Except Kacchan, who Tenko didn’t like the second the smaller boy started yelling every word. And to make matters worse, mom put Tenko in a frilly dress, and Tenko hated girl clothes. Seeing the scowl, Izuku hoped the day would stop sucking for the elder sibling, but it only ended up sucking more when the cake was being cut.

The knife had come out dirty, and papa laughed and said Izuku had to kiss the closest girl, it wasn’t a thing most parents in Japan did, but his papa wasn’t from Japan.

Izuku turned in his seat to face Tenko, and started leaning forward when the six-year-old let out a confused “But I’m a boy?”

Kacchan was reaching for the cake, making grabby hands as he waited, when in shock, his quirk activated for the first time. After all the running around during the party games, a lot of sweat had piled up, and the world lit up.

Izuku didn’t remember much after that.

After Kacchan got his quirk, it was decided they should check up on what Izuku’s will be, to prevent an accident happening again. And to be honest, after the diagnosis, Izuku didn’t remember much after that. One second, he was in the doctor’s office holding his All Might toy, and the next he was asking his mom if he could be a hero. But when all she did was hug him and apologize…

It was light out. He didn’t know why it was suddenly so bright, just that he was staring at the tv, a controller in his hands. He looked over in confusion to see Tenko with the other controller, smashing buttons as he stared at the screen intently. Izuku noticed his hair had been cut into a boy style, but then he noticed Tenko was holding the black controller. The black controller was the bad controller. What happened to the red one? He looked over at his hands, eyes widening. He had the red controller! He turned back to his brother.

“You let me have the red one?” He asked in shock, voice scratchy, but still full of awe.

Tenko spun around, eyes wide as his mouth dropped open, before practically pouncing on him. “You’re awake!”

He hugged back immediately, used to Tenko leaping on him at random moments. The older boy loved cuddles and touching those he loved, so this wasn’t surprising. He just didn’t understand why the other was so happy about him being awake. Surely he had to be awake if he managed to convince the other to let him use the red controller. Tenko hated the black one because it’s buttons sometimes didn’t pop back up after the juice was spilled on it.

“What?” He licked his lips, noting how dry they were.

“You haven’t been awake in forever, it took you long enough! Now you can help me beat this level, moving both characters is hard.”

“That don’t… what? Tenny, I’m confused!”

Tenko paused, looking at him with a weird look on his face. “You’ve been asleep. Well, not really. You’ve been waking up and sleeping like normal, but you’ve been ignoring everything like you were asleep! Not talking, not playing, not eating. It’s taken forever but you’re awake properly now so we can hang out again. Mom and Dad said you might not remember what happened. Is that true?” He looked over at Izuku, before nodding to himself, finding the answer in the younger’s eyes. “Alright, so mom cut my hair and dad said we’re going to find a new name for me if I wanted one but I’m not sure I do yet, and we moved, and Auntie Mitsuki’s out of the hospital finally, and I have been waiting forever to play with you so I decided to do it anyway even if you weren’t awake enough to play so I gave you the red one so you’d want to wake up and play with me.”

Izuku looked down at the controller, then up at his brother, smiling wide. “You don’t let me have the red one ever, so we gotta play then so I can use it!”

An hour later, he was back in the same state as before, open eyes not taking in the world around him as he stopped moving. It was more often than not that he wasn’t aware, and when he was, it was almost exclusively around Tenko. But he was starting to only go asleep for too long instead of forever according to Tenko, and the amount of games he could play before he fell asleep again was growing, so he felt like he was getting better.

Izuku wished he could go back to the awake sleep.

Screams echoed in his ears as a thin layer of dust started to coat everything. In the centre of the people sleeping on the – stop lying to yourself Deku, you’re four now! They’re dead, like the butterfly you stepped on!

In the centre of the people, corpses, on the ground, was Tenko, six years old and bawling in confusion, trying to pull mom up as she fell apart in his hands.

The butterfly fell apart too when you tried to pick it up Deku, it’s wing tore off.

Kacchan had just been telling everybody a fun way to read words two different ways, but the others had taken the name and ran with it, especially after his Quirklessness was revealed. But even though Kacchan had never said mean things like the others did, in his head it still sounded like him.

You killed the butterfly, Deku.

Izuku was finally meeting more of his family. It was a family reunion for his mom’s adopted family, and now everyone had pieces that had to reunite with themselves. Tenko had reached for a balloon in delight, but when he grabbed it, the pop made him start crying, bringing the adults closer, and when Tenko reached out for the first person, Izuku knew what had made the balloon pop the second fingertips met skin.

You killed them, Deku.

Before he touched anyone, Izuku saw Tenko’s hand. He knew his brother’s hand. The two longest fingers and the thumb on each hand were flatter than the rest due to all of the games he played, but this time as he reached out, all five fingertips were a slightly different skintone than the rest. It was in that moment that Izuku knew that somehow, his Quirkless older brother had gained a Quirk.

You knew, and you didn’t tell him not to touch them.

He didn’t know it was going to be such a destructive Quirk, but slightly off-colour fingertips meant if they touched something, they used their Quirk.

It’s not Tenko’s fault, he didn’t choose to have this quirk, it’s yours.

Tenko kept on trying to pick up the adult’s arms, to pull them up. Each time, the skin only crumbled underneath his fingertips.

You killed the butterfly and you killed your family.

He couldn’t see dad get touched, but the first few bodies disappeared in seconds. It was only because of their total dusting, that more adults came and didn’t know to stay back.

Because you didn’t tell them.

Even now, adults kept on coming in, hearing the screams, and seeing a child in the midst of the bodies. He was supposed to be Quirkless, and he was supposed to be too old that even if he did have a Quirk, it would’ve been known by now, so the adults thought it was the work of a villain, and rushed over to try and grab him and take him away.

You are awake, and you still can’t warn them, how useless can you be?

Tenko loved hugs, and holding hands, and feeling how different things felt, and that was why he kept on reaching out, too panicked to realize he was causing the damage, and just wanting comfort. Each one fell, but more and more just. Kept. On. Coming.

It’s your fault, Deku.

Two more adults turned the corner.

Are you going to stand by and watch them die too?

But while they both froze at the sight, one didn’t recover, staring just like Deku was, watching as another one crumbled. One more came in, and after trying for a moment to get the lady to respond to him, they pushed past, and another person fell to the ground, Tenko’s cries turning into screams as he finally, finally, realized what death was.

Why didn’t the lady warn them? Was she useless too?

Another single person, and Tenko attempted to climb them to get away from the bodies. When they fell too, Izuku saw when it clicked in Tenko’s mind, that he was the one doing this.

He didn’t have to find out this way, if only you had spoken.

Three more entered. Two tried to make the lady snap out of it while the third tried to reach Tenko, who instinctively tried to push them away so they wouldn’t get hurt. It had the opposite effect.

Just tell him not to use his hands and this will be over!

Of the two who were trying to wake the woman up, one had turned to see it go down, letting out a scream, and the second turned, choking back a heave, before making his way towards Tenko.

Another person for you to kill, Deku.

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!” The voice came from the one who had seen the last body drop, but had stayed to try and ground the woman.

You could have done that. Why didn’t you?

He opened his mouth to tell the little voice that he couldn't, but no sound came out.

Chapter Text

Izuku could have cried as he sat on the curb. In fact, he very much did cry, but he was done now. Looking down at the turtleneck jumper he was holding, the sleeves and neck were tied shut to act as a bag, and it was empty. He couldn’t ask Tenko to help him fill it, because the police said no-one had seen him yet, but when they did find him, they would try to put Tenko in the same foster home Izuku was in, to keep them together.

A part of Izuku wished they never found him, because it had only taken a few days before Izuku left. And since whenever he went to the station to check if he had come back, the police never tried to take him back to the home, so they mustn’t have told on him running away yet.

He saw the two men approaching, but he still flinched when one of them knelt and laid a hand on his shoulder, asking him if he was alright.

He opened his mouth to lie, but nothing came out, nothing ever came out, and he closed it again, wiping his eyes when he felt even more tears well up.

The men looked at eachother, and the blond man knelt besides the one with black hair, hands moving in an odd pattern.

He watched the fingers move, one part of him happily noting he didn’t have fingertip discolouration, while the other part raised his own hands, twirling them in the same fancy motions he saw the other do.

“He’s just repeating me, so I don’t think he knows JSL yet, or he’s mute and not deaf.” The blond man muttered to his friend, before digging out a book from his bag, writing something down on it before holding it out to Izuku, who leaned forward to read it out of curiosity.

Hi! I’m Present Mic and I’m a hero! Wanna Want to tell me what’s wrong?

After Izuku read it, he stared at it for a moment before slowly reaching out and grabbing the pen after another failed attempt at speaking.

My voice no work. I tell you not. But my ears work.

He didn’t know how to spell doesn’t or can’t, so he had to change the sentence so his point still got across.

He only hesitated for a moment. “Well you don’t have to tell me, you can write it down there, and Sho and I will try to fix it.”

Izuku looked up at him, dull eyes meeting spiralled ones, and found that he meant it, clear to see on his face that he truly wanted to help. He looked over to meet black eyes, and when seeing that same expression, a small spark lit up his eyes once more.

Two wrongs.

They didn’t stop him, so he continued.

1. I lost my word writing book.
2. I have no costume, so I get no candy.

He didn’t know the word for dictionary. He had found one thrown out, and was learning all sorts of new words from it, and whenever he needed to speak to someone, he could just write what he meant in the margins! (Which was a word he learnt from the dictionary.)

The blond man said JSL earlier, and he didn’t know what that meant, so if he had his dictionary, he could have figured it out! And he wouldn’t be wasting the man’s paper now!

“Well those are easily fixed!” The man said with excitement, turning to his friend, and seemingly speaking silently for a moment, before turning back. “We’ve just been called to work, so we can’t trick or treat any more, so you can just have our costumes, and you can keep my autograph book, what’s left of it anyway, simple!”

The man plucked a pair of black cat ears off of his friend’s head, placing them on Izuku’s, then shrugged off his own jacket, placing it around the shocked boy’s shoulders.

“I was dressed up as myself, so now you can be a Present Mic Kitty combo!” It was then the cat ears fell off his tiny head.

The man with black hair let out an amused huff as he put them back on, yanking the headphones off of his friend’s head, and placing them over Izuku’s head, using the adjustable headset to trap the loose cat ears so they wouldn’t fall again. The blond said something, but Izuku couldn’t hear it past the headphones, so he lifted one up to hear the other’s response.

“-clearly can’t afford a costume. Just tell them it got knocked off when you were on the way to the villain fight, it’s not like you can make yourself any more deaf at this point.”

“I hate it when you’re right, Sho.” He leaned over and pecked his forehead. “Alright, he can keep them. Is that all that you were crying about, little listener?”

It was, so he nodded. It wasn’t everything that was wrong, but at the moment he was only crying about the two things, so it wasn’t a lie. The blond hero gave a grin and his partner gently patted the top of his head, Izuku leaning in for half a second before they were off, racing along the street once more.

The book wasn’t a dictionary, the hero must have thought he meant a book to write in, and not just get writing words from, but that was alright, because now he had some more belongings to call his own. Cat ears, headphones, a jacket to keep him warm at night, a book, a pen with words and numbers on the side, too small to read in the dark, and a turtleneck to carry them in.

Going over to the next door, he knocked.

Most people still didn’t give him candy, but he noticed that was after glancing at his shoes, so he put them in his bag, and now only half the houses weren’t giving him candy, asking him to say trick or treat or else get nothing. He always chose nothing, it was easier than speaking.

Pulling the jacket closer as a gust of wind rushed over him, he noted that his right ear was cold, but not his left. Reaching up, he pulled the headphone over to cover his right ear, making him unable to hear, but warming it up.

At the next house, he tried to say trick or treat again, eyes widening in shock when he felt his throat vibrate.

He could speak as long as he couldn’t hear his own voice, is what he eventually figured out. He asked the librarian about it, and she pursed her lips for a moment, before telling him to wait there, hobbling off before returning a book. She always brought him whatever he needed to know, and while he couldn’t take them home because he couldn’t get a library card, she had stopped attempting to give him books with small words after learning he could read and understand the big words.

Selective Mutism: An Assessment and Intervention Guide for Therapists, Educators & Parents

He couldn’t wait to look those words up in the dictionary he had put on his self-proclaimed learning table, in the back corner of the library. He mouthed them out, then pulled the headphone over his ear to say them each slowly, nodding to himself before racing off to his corner to get to reading.

The chapters were long, and there were a lot of new words that he didn’t know, so he only managed to get through a few chapters before it was closing time. He understood it better now, but he didn’t get why it made him stop talking, when it was not talking that caused all the problems in the first place. Mentally marking down the page number, he got up to search for the book’s place, putting it back where it belonged.

It was when he was reaching up to put it back that the librarian found him. She had a weird look on her face as she looked at him, before a look he recognized (determination) flashed across her features. “Wait here, continue reading for a bit.” She offered. “I’ll have to lock you in, but I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Izuku immediately agreed, how could he not? He got extra reading time!

Pulling the book back down, he went back to his corner, opening it back up.

The book even went into how to help with it, so he started following some of the steps, putting his headphones on to read out loud, and occasionally taking them off to try and read out loud when he could hear his voice. By the time a few hours had passed, he sometimes heard his voice for a syllable after taking his headphones off before he went quiet again! Progress!

A hand on his shoulder made him yelp as he spun around, but it was just the old lady, so he relaxed, before smiling wide at the revelation that he heard the yelp! Eyes gleaming with either unshed tears or excitement – he had no idea which – he started packing up, before a hand over his stopped him.

“Child, I might be old, but I’m not blind yet.” She stated, hobbling around to the other side of the table before sitting down across from him, dragging something yellow behind her. “And I know full well that you don’t have a home, and looking at your shoes, I can guess why.”

He froze, eyes darting down to the specially made shoes for the Quirkless. The elderly got more variety, but the younger generation didn’t have that same luxury. And wanting to be a hero, he had to practice running and jumping a lot, so he had to have shoes he could do that in, and from then on, there was only one type of shoe from one brand that he could wear, and they only sold it in one colour. Not many people realized that only the Quirkless wore these extra-wide shoes to fit their extra toe-joint, but those that did tended to be mean to him about it.

He hoped she wouldn’t be mean, but she would be the first who wasn’t, so he didn’t keep his hopes up.

“And you need to know you’re not the only Quirkless in this library right now. It was more common in my day, yes, but that doesn’t mean discrimination didn’t occur to me either. Now, I know you’re a smart boy,” That’s not what his classmates said, his brain was underdeveloped according to them, unevolved. “So I am going to be blunt with you. The younger librarians don’t like you because of something you cannot control, and I am the only reason you’re still allowed to come in. And I’m aware this is the last public library in Musutafu that will allow you in.” He looked down, tears welling up in his eyes, but his head snapped up at her next words. “But you won’t be allowed in for much longer. I’m sick, child, and I can’t afford what the doctors are charging, and even if I could, most wouldn’t serve people like us anyway.” He opened his mouth, but she raised a hand. “I’m at peace with dying, boy, don’t you worry. That isn’t why I’m telling you this… You’re still so young, and so small, but you’re going to have to grow up fast in this world, and I think a part of you already has. You’re going to need to have tough skin, but that doesn’t mean you should lose all of your softness, just that you need a shell to cover it.” He slowly nodded, because it made sense. “Being homeless and alone in this world, you’ll face a lot more than just Quirkless discrimination, and it’s going to be hard for you. Harder than it will be for anyone else. But I want you to know that you can do it. I’ve watched you read textbooks that most adults struggle with, and by how small you are, you can’t be older than four or five, at most. Your brain is your most powerful organ, boy, and you could rival even those with intelligence Quirks when you’re older, I truly believe that.” He didn’t. “But people are going to be in your way for the rest of your life. You’ll find some that will boost you up onto the next step, and you’re going to have to hold onto them with all your might, because people like us can’t risk letting them go. Do you understand me, child?”

He gave a slow nod, before putting his headphones on. “Midoriya Izuku.” He said, before taking them off once more so he could hear.

She gave him a soft smile, eyes sad. “I’m not going to be able to work here much longer, so after today, I’m not wanting you to risk coming back.” His breath hitched in his throat, but she continued before he could panic. “So I’m breaking a few rules, to help give you a step up in this world, when everyone else has elevators. Now, come around this side, and lift up this bag for me, won’t you, Izuku?”

He got to his feet immediately to do what she asked, lifting it up and waiting for her to tell him where to put it, but she simply nodded and smiled. It was a bright yellow monstrosity, and about as big as he was, maybe even more so. It had a flap over the top with two clasps, but it must’ve been purely decorative, because it also had a zipper.

“Good, you can carry it. Now, I’m going to put some more things in there, and I want you to hold it until you can’t anymore, then pull it along on it’s wheels until it gets too heavy again, and then I want you to tell me, alright?” He nodded, so she went off, him following, and went around the library, putting various books in before he could see their titles.

By the noise it made, there was already something in there. Eventually, his muscles were straining as he pulled it along, and he asked her to stop. She asked him to pull it a few meters along, before attempting to lift it up again, watching as he got it off the ground only the slightest amount, and nodded, going over to the desk, gesturing him over as she opened the drawer that the DVD disks were kept in. Usually if someone wanted to borrow a DVD, they brought the case to the desk to be filled, that way they were harder to steal. She had a DVD container that she filled to the brim, dozens of DVDs in the container, before pushing it towards him to put in the bag, which he did. When he zipped it back up, she was doing the same for the CDs, putting them in another container. He wondered if she was going to do the same for the tapes, but she stopped there, instead going over to the door, where a few bags and weirdly-shaped boxes were. She put the smaller bags into the bigger bag, making sure he could still pull it along. He could, but it was hard, and he could only pull it in small amounts at a time.

Smiling at him and ruffling his hair, she picked up the weird boxes and her bag herself, gesturing for him to follow her outside. Locking the building up, she had him walk with her, to where she wouldn’t say. Whenever someone offered to help them carry the burden, she politely declined, but she took breaks whenever Izuku needed.

The moon was high in the sky by the time they reached the dirt road, and Izuku was the most tired he had ever been in his life. He didn’t mind staying out late, as he had no-one to go home to, and he didn’t mind staying up late, because in his time on the streets, there’s been a few nights he hasn’t slept at all, so this isn’t the longest he’s been awake, but carrying the yellow bag was hard, and tiring, and he just wanted to curl up in his mother’s – in a ball and sleep for a week.

She stopped, and Izuku looked up in confusion, since he hadn’t asked for a break yet, and saw the car. It was topless, and had giant wheels. Silver with red stripes, it had a faded logo on the side. A red circle, surrounded by yellow, a black… blob in the middle. He didn’t recognize what it was, and he could feel himself perking up, because it meant there was something new to learn! He couldn’t make out the words thanks to how dark it was, but the old lady just opened the doors, and put the boxes and bags in the back, sitting in the front. Patting the seat next to her, he hopped into the car. He knew this was against stranger danger rules, but he was too tired to care.

As she drove down the road, she talked to him, showing him what she was doing, what moving the stick in the middle did, which pedal was which, how much to turn the wheel. And he listened, fascinated, because it was something new to learn, and he loved learning new things, because it kept his mind busy. But all good things came to end, and they reached the destination, the impromptu driving lesson – not that he realized that’s what it was – coming to an end.

The building was covered in so many vines it might as well been camoflagued, but Izuku saw it quickly, because it was like a hidden picture puzzle. He used to race to see who could find the most against Tomu-He used to try and find the pictures fast. But what truly amazed him, were the walls stretching out from either side of it, passing behind. Concrete and rebar and metal, the structure had to be at least fifty meters tall, if he was doing the math right. He got feet and meters confused a lot, and to be honest, he was more excited at the fact it was bigger than most buildings in his home city! It was the biggest thing he’s ever seen in his life and he was excited. He wondered how it was built.

Sure enough, the lady led him to the building, showing him a broken window that had a towel placed over the edge. She explained how dangerous going through a broken window was, even if it looked like all the glass was gone, then helped him through.

“I came here all the time as a little girl. And it didn’t look much better back then, either.” She said as she climbed through herself, taking longer than he did even with the bag’s added weight. “And all my life, not a single person has ever come this way that I’ve seen. I’ve never been able to tell what it was supposed to be, I’m not the exploration type, I only know of this place thanks to my mother, so I haven’t gone too deep into the building. I wouldn’t be surprised if this place was older than quirks themselves.”

Izuku didn’t think so, there was no way such high walls could be built without quirk assistance, but he didn’t say so.

“If it was a science facility, it would make sense. A lot of them got abandoned in favour of studying the Q-gene when it emerged, lack of funding you see.” She shook her head. “I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. What does, is that no-one will come this way, they haven’t in at least a century and a half, since my own mother never saw anybody either. So no-one will be able to find you here and hurt you when you’re asleep. I don’t have too much longer to live, but until I’m gone, I can teach you what I know to survive in this world. It’s the only thing I can do, really. So?”

She held out her hand, and with wide eyes tinged with a bit of desperate hope, he reached out and took it.

It was nearing the end of November when the old lady died, and Izuku didn’t know what to do now.

Slowly, his feet dragged him to the familiar jeep, climbing into the driver’s seat.

He didn’t know how long he waited for her to climb into the passenger’s seat.

Slowly turning the key, and pressing down on the special pedals that she had attached for him, he drove down the dirt road, her voice in his mind as he drove on, giving out instructions on what to do.

A child driving down a dirt road to an abandoned facility. It was as ridiculous as it sounded.

Parking, he waited to hear her voice telling him to turn off the engine before you even think of undoing that seatbelt, young man!

It never came.

He still turned the engine off first.

Climbing through the window, he made his way to the corner where he set up his belongings that didn’t fit into his bag, which he still couldn’t lift.

He looked over at it all.

Various instruments, books, dvds, cds, a few spare changes of clothes, a wallet full of cash, a few notebooks, coloured pens that he suspected might just be fancily-carved crayons, a portable dvd player, a pack of batteries, a toolbox, charging cables, an e-reader, a headband with cat ears, a pair of headphones, and a phone.

Logically, he knew it was more than what most homeless kids had, but the longer he stared at it all, the more he felt the tears fall.

He remembered video games with Te-with his brother.

He remembered his mother putting voices to stuffed animals.

He remembered his father guiding his hands to press a button on the machine that would spell out the alphabet.

He remembered the house the police put him in, of the toys that he wasn’t allowed to touch.

He remembered running from a teenager for looking through their colouring book.

He remembered the librarian, teaching him what was necessary for survival.

He wondered if he would ever have a family again. No, Deku, that’s a big person thought. Don’t think that until you’re bigger, your brain is too small right now.

He wondered where he could find a toy for himself, or if he was just not allowed them anymore due to being quirkless homeless.

He cried, just wanting people to care toys to play with.

He didn’t bother piling up all his soft objects, just laying down on the ground as he began to sob, pushing down every single thought that he had trouble with.

He was only four, after all, he didn’t know how to deal with big people emotions.