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A lithe figure decked in navy blue appears into existence on the roof of the hero’s agency, looking around at the beautiful sights from the height he stood at on top of the building, rubbing his hands down the front of his navy blue jumpsuit, he checks his pocket watch, and hops over the edge for the balcony below.
A blonde man sits at the desk just a few paces away from the open balcony doors, the rustling of papers can be heard over the busy streets below, red wings twitching in irritation.
Not that he can blame him.
Paperwork sounded so fucking boring.
He steps forward silently, light footsteps, light as a feather, ha, get it, feather, wings, he’s good.
“Hey baby bird.”
He groans loudly and steps forward normally, draping himself over the man’s shoulder, dangling his arms down his chest. “Hoooow?”
“I heard you land, Clockwork.” A warm hand pats his arm. “What’s the matter kid?”
The boy huffs. “The entrance exam is tomorrow.”
The hero he’s leaning against hums softly, turning to look at him, into his eyes anyway, that’s the only thing that’s visible. “Then, perhaps, baby bird, you should be sleeping.”
“Sleep is for the weak.” The kid smirks. “I got all the time in the world, Hawks.”
The hero groans and shoves him away, letting him flop to the floor, and shakes his head as he returns to his paperwork. “Kid, that joke got old before the first time I heard it.”
Clockwork just lays there, arms spread, staring at the ceiling. “So, what’s this I hear about a birdie becoming a teacher?” The vigilante has the gull to smirk at him. “Are you old enough to be a teacher?”
Hawks throws a paper ball at him. “I’ll have you know, I’m twenty three, so yes, I am old enough to be a teacher!”
“A fledgling teacher!” The kid snorts. “That’s funny.”
“Hey!” Another paper ball. “Only I’m allow to use bird references.”
“I don’t see it copyrighted on paper.” Clockwork slowly lifts himself up and perches on the edge of his desk. “So, you’re going to be a teacher, huh, never took you for the teaching type, that ties you down.”
“Yea,” he pats the vigilante’s thigh. “Well, I never took you for the student type, I guess we’re both making new progress, what school are you applying for?”
The vigilante kicks his legs lightly. “U.A. Heroics.”
“Ah, nice, I’m teaching there.” Hawks leans back in his desk chair. “Heroics.” He smirks lightly. “Never know, I might just get to figure out who my illustrious baby bird actually is.”
He turns to the man. “Whatcha gonna do then, papa bird?”
“Never know kid, never know, I’m just full of mysteries and surprises.”
…
Midoriya Izuku is ready, he was born ready, he stares up at the school doors in awe, just stares for a minute, he’d had time to think over the aspect of Hawks being a teacher here, being a teacher in the course he was applying for, he’d had his freaking the fuck out moment when it occurred to him that the hero could figure out who the very much breaking the law vigilante was, but then his mind looped around to the fact that today was the day, and that fear flew out the fucking window on the wings of a bird.
Ha. Get it. Hawks. Bird. He’s good.
He decided he just had to play it cool, be cool, don’t act weird, don’t have a slip of the tongue and call him ‘papa bird’ on accident, because, knowing him, that’s how he’d reveal himself.
Blinking soft glowing green eyes, he steps forward, for the doors, where the start of his legal heroic career lays. Rubbing his wrist bands, he signs in, and sits at an empty desk, tapping his fingers over the desk top, he hums to himself while waiting for the tests to be handed out, looking around the room as people file in talking and chatting between each other. Quarter passed noon, the doors are pulled closed, the teacher at the front of the room explains the rules and the rest of that bullshit, and he just nods along, resisting the urge to just speed this up, just a bit, he’s running on a schedule here.
Not really.
He’s not.
He just has zero patience.
Would you if you could control time?
Finally, after an e-fucking-ternity, the tests packets are passed out. He takes his own and passes the stack to the one behind him, and opens the cover page, here we go, this is it, let’s do this shit. Discretely, he checks his pocket watch under the desk, okay, he’s timing himself, let’s get to work.
Thirty four minutes.
He finishes in thirty four minutes, and the allotted time frame was for an hour, he doodles on the edges of his packet for a good couple minutes, little birds and clock gears, tick tock tick tock, before he grows bored.
Midoriya Izuku is the first one to rise from their seat and turn in their test.
Snipe blinks down at it and then up to the applicant. “You’re done already?”
The greenette with illuminous eyes grins at him. “What can I say, time flies when you’re having fun.”
The teacher stares at him for another minute before nodding. “Alright, kid, here’s to hoping you got them all right, practical doesn’t start for another forty minutes, you can wonder around the grounds until then, just don’t be late.”
Izuku nods. “I’m never late.”
…
All of the applicants this year are promising, but Nedzu has his eyes on one in particular, the boy with the wild green curls, pulled back in a bun on his head, he’s doing something, but he doesn’t know what it is, it’s not to say he’s not breaking the rules, he’s most certainly following them, but he’s not destroying the robots, not like the other applicants, he touches them, and it’s like the battery simply dies.
“Is anyone else watching the green haired one?”
Hawks and Eraserhead both nod.
The black haired man is the one who speaks up. “What’s he doing, is he even using his quirk, it looks like he’s only half assing it.”
The Principle hums, very intriguing, this young man was very intriguing. “I’m not quite sure.”
The blonde on his other side hums in turn. “What is his quirk?”
Nedzu touches the screen before him and taps on the applicants name, both heroes on either side lean in to see the picture of him, nothing too out of the ordinary, wild green curls, rounded cheeks, freckles—Hawks narrows his eyes—and illuminous green eyes. “It’s officially termed as per the quirk doctor as Chronokinesis, but, he has it listed as Clockwork.”
Hawks hums once more, deeper this time, turning back to watch the green haired boy move fluidly through the robots.
Very interesting. Midoriya Izuku. Quirk: Clockwork. Very, very interesting.
The Principle looks away from the screen to watch the boy move fluidly through the streets, trying to spot a tell in him using his quirk, he’s never actually met an individual with a chronokinetic quirk, a rare find indeed, just what range of ability did he have, what could he manipulate exactly, how much could he manipulate, could he reverse and fast forward time, what exactly was in his arsenal of weapons.
There, his wrist bands, they only glow when he touches a robot, that must be the tell of his quirk usage, which also leads to more questions, are the wristbands needed for control or just to accessorize. “I believe he is using his quirk, Aizawa.”
The Eraser hero sighs and leans forward. “I don’t see anything different; how can you tell?”
Nedzu waits for a moment. “Watch him when he touches a robot, his wristbands glow, I’m not sure if the wristbands are necessary or just for aesthetics, but I’m very curious.” He looks back down at the open file. “Midoriya Izuku, I have so many questions.” The stout sighs and looks up, reaching for the red button. “Lets see how this year’s applicants deal with the zero pointer, shall we?”
The three of them lean forward slightly as they see a girl trapped under rubble left behind from the large robots punch, the greenette turns, she must have called out, he stares for a moment, looking to the others running away, back to the girl, and then he straightens up and pulls something out of his pocket.
Hawks, squints slightly, he can’t see what the kid’s doing. “What’s he doing?”
Nedzu zooms in on the screen. “It appears he’s checking a pocket watch.”
Eraserhead sighs. “He could get civilians killed by doing something so frivolous in the line of duty.”
The stout watches him close the lid of the pocket watch and gently place it back in his pocket. “Hawks, Eraserhead, one of you watch the time, what time is it currently?”
Eraserhead sighs tiredly. “Five twenty-six.”
The green haired boy turns to the robot, nearly on top of the girl, she’s cowering under her arms, the other teachers are yelling for him to turn off the zero pointer, but he smiles, as the boy raises his hands. “Aizawa watch the time.”
The Eraser hero keeps track of time, as everyone else comes to stand closer to the screens, chattering about the boy and girl in harms way, still telling him to shut it off. The boy falls still, waiting, waiting for the perfect moment in time, and claps his hands, his wristbands glow brighter then they had through the entire exam, and then everything just stops.
In the arena, at least, they’re still perfectly capable of moving.
Eraserhead looks up in complete mystification. “The hands on my watch just stopped.”
Nedzu smiles. “So did the clocks on the console and the other examinees. The boy just stopped time. He must only be able to do it within a certain distance around himself. His wristbands are glowing, I believe now that they must be part of his quirk.”
Hawks stares at the green haired kid. “Is there anyone else here with a time quirk?”
The Principle shakes his head. “Chronokinesis quirks are very rare, he’s the only one. I have so many questions Midoriya Izuku, so many questions.”
“W—What did he just do?” Midnight questions in shock. “Everything in the arena is completely frozen, everything but that kid.”
Indeed, everything was frozen, paused, but the teenager, who jumps down into the crater the girl is trapped in, and slowly, carefully, starts digging her out.
The stout grins again. “That, everyone, is the first chronokinetic quirk user I have ever met. He just paused time itself.” The boy carries the girl out of the crater and darts down the street with her, through the stilled crowd of examinees, to the gates, and sets her down carefully, and waves his hand. Unpause. “That young man, ladies and gentlemen, is going to make for a very powerful hero.”
…
Izuku smiles to himself as he blips in and out of existence, he’d kept count of how many points he stacked up, not enough for first place, but enough to get in and not be at the bottom. That zero pointer was a fucking rutrow moment, but he dealt, he had just enough time.
He wants to gush to papa bird about it, best day of his life, the most fun he’s had since he became an ass kicking illegal vigilante who was stupid enough to befriend and form a relationship with the number three hero, who was kind enough to not try and arrest him, yet, knock on wood, no jinxes.
The vigilante blips into his usual spot, on the roof of Hawks agency, checks his pocket watch for the time, and hops over the edge for the balcony below.
Two things happen that he had not planned for.
One, Hawks standing there waiting for him, arms crossed over his chest.
And, two. “Midoriya Izuku.”
Well, shit.
…
The vigilante in the navy blue jump suit jumps back. “I’m sorry, what did you just say!”
The hero steps forward, jabbing a finger in his chest firmly, but not harshly. “Your name, Midoriya Izuku, you’re fifteen years old, and Nedzu is absolutely fascinated with you and your quirk. You were at the entrance exam, I saw you kid, did you really think I wouldn’t put two and two together, you named your quirk ‘Clockwork’, and there’s a vigilante with, coincidently, the same name. Not very bright, honestly, but you’ve been active for three years, so that means you were twelve at the time of your debut, so I’m not that surprised that you chose that name.”
Clockword, Midoriya Izuku, raises his hands defensively. “I swear I can fucking explain!”
“So, you’re not denying your identity, you really are that green haired kid.” Hawks jabs him in the chest again. “You better sing like a fucking song bird, baby bird, I should technically arrest you on the spot, not very wise of you to befriend a hero with an obligation to arrest rogue vigilantes.”
The vigilante swears up a storm as he tears his hood off, and yes, he is the green haired kid from the exam, not that he thought he was wrong, this was purely confirmation of that highly suspected suspicion. “Fucking fuck!” The kid throws his hands up. “Look, I didn’t mean to befriend a fucking hero who had an obligation to arrest me, I was just….I was just fucking lonely, okay, I don’t have very many friends, like, I only have one friend, and I’m not even sure that that’s what you can still call our relationship, because he’s a damn asshole to me, thinks his quirk is better then mine, and fine, it possibly could be, but he has no fucking idea what I can do!” Midoriya jerks around, reaching into his right pocket, and pulls out his pocket watch to check the time. “You know, when my quirk first manifested, I didn’t know how to control it, so things kept fucking happening, I fucking killed my own mother,” he whirls around, fingers curled around his pocket watch tightly. “I didn’t know what was fucking happening, it was so fucking crazy, one minute I’m just sitting on the couch watching a documentary about heroes, you were in it by the way, and I pointed at my mom to get her attention, and just, she just fucking died, I was freaking the fuck out and ran up to check her, and she was fucking ash on the floor!” He throws his hands up again, completely out of his mind, all of it just spilling out at once. “I fucking aged her, I fast forwarded her life to the point she was just ash and bones! I called the police and told them what fucking happened and they said it was okay because I didn’t mean to and I just couldn’t control my quirk and that sometimes it happens! The first foster home was nice, they helped me make these wristbands to channel my quirk, but they were already elderly, I was with them for three years before they died, this time it was just natural fucking causes, but nobody wanted a seven year old at that point so I went to a fucking orphanage,” their eyes meet. “And, let me tell you, that was a fucking nightmare! So I left, I just fucking left, nobody came looking for me because they didn’t care enough to file a missing persons report, and then I got the bright idea, ‘hey let’s help save people who need saved so you can get over the guilt of killing your own fucking mother’, so I became a fucking vigilante.”
He raises an eyebrow when the kid takes a deep breath, somewhat impressed that he just made that long winded rant in one breath, and slightly heartbroken for the kid who’d been through so much simply because he hadn’t known how to use his quirk at the ripe young age of four, okay, no, not slightly, he’s just heartbroken.
“And, I was fucking lonely, okay, I had no one, and then I met you that one night, and you just smirked and waved and asked what was up, and I was like, I was like, ‘oh, I fucking love this hero, he didn’t try to arrest me, and actually acknowledged my fucking presence without telling me what I was doing was dangerous and that he had to take me in and that I sounded like a kid and what was a kid doing out this late and what does your parents think about this’, and god, I just wanted someone to fucking talk to, so I searched you out, and fucking god, I finally had a fucking friend, you know, I wasn’t alone anymore, and then you fucking called me ‘baby bird’ and I started calling you ‘papa bird’ and then I was like, ‘hot damn is this what it feels like to have a fucking family, despite you only knowing me as Clockwork or baby bird and me knowing you as Hawks or papa bird, and, god, it was fucking stupid, I know, but I didn’t want to lose the only person I had.” The kid steps forward and jabs his finger into his chest. “O-fucking-kay!”
The hero snatches his hand before he can pull it away. “Kid, I never said I wanted to stop seeing you, nor that I was going to arrest you.” Izuku yelps when the hero tugs him closer, tensing for a moment when arms curl around him, but it’s only a moment, before he sinks into the hug, an actual fucking hug, and it’s just…..it’s just so nice to be hugged. “Thanks for singing, little song bird, I do have to take you down to the police station—”
“But you just fucking—”
He squeezes the kid into silence. “I know what I just said, I never said I was taking you to the police station because I was arresting you, if you’d let me finish, you impatient fucking baby bird, I would have said, that I have to take you down to the police station so you can give a statement about the orphanage you ran away from so that they can open an investigation, if you, someone with a fucking strong ass quirk, decided you’d rather be on the streets instead of under their roof, there’s enough cause for concern to open an investigation.” Izuku closes his eyes when a hand curls around the back of his head. “You’ve seemed to get ahold of your quirk, have you had any more accidents?”
The kid shakes his head slightly, curling his arms around him, fingers curling in the back of his coat. “Nah, I learned how to control it with some random dude I found on the street, I fucking know, stranger danger, but he was nice and offered me a churro, and I was like, ‘hmm, a guy who gave me a churro can’t be that bad’, so he helped me, for like a month, the wristbands help me keep control, you know, like an anchor.”
“I get it kid, I get it, though we’re definitely going to talk about stranger danger and why you should never accept food from perfect strangers, but I get it.” He thinks about it for a second. “Kid, where were you expecting your acceptance letter to go?”
“Oh, no, dude, I have a hang out that has an address, I just said it was my dad’s place and he was on business abroad.”
He feels the hero heave a deep sigh. “Of course, you did. You’re fifteen, you’re not living on your own, and, no, I don’t fucking care how long you’ve already been doing so, I’m not letting a fifteen year old live on their own.”
“Where you gonna send me, back to another group home, ‘cause I’ll stay for like a week, and the first moment I see that you’re distracted, I’ll be high tailing the fuck out of that lame ass accommodation.”
Hawks chuckles rumble under his ear. “Nah, kid, I got more then enough room, you’ll come stay with me.”
“Are you…..What even…..You fucking swear?”
“Yea, baby bird, I fucking swear.”
The greenette yelps, he does not fucking shriek, he yelps, in a manly sort of way, and he doesn’t care what fucking papa bird will say if you ask him because he’s a fucking liar who fucking lies, he fucking yelped, when the hero sweeps him up off his feet and into his arms. “Come on, you naughty little baby bird, I’m quote on quote arresting you, lets go to the police station.”
He nods, smiling, ‘cause, he’s never fucking flown before, not including the times he’s dive bombed on Hawks back when he’s flying by unaware that he’s there until he lands on him, and proceeds to swear up a storm and tug him off his back, lets him free fall for a couple minutes, before catching him. So he curls his fingers in the sleeve of his coat and nods when the hero asks if he’s ready. “Lets blow this motherfucking popsicle stand, papa bird.”
Which, is how, he ends up in this nice little interrogation room with a cool detective that has a lie detecting quirk, and yes, he’s is being as vague and criptic as fuck just to fucking mess with him, until Hawks plops down in the chair next to him and digs his fingers in his side because he’s fucking ticklish and the fucking hero knows this tidbit of information.
He stops being a pain in the ass.
Something of which the detective appreciates.
“So, Midoriya—”
He cuts him off, raising a hand. “Don’t call me that, not that name, not after what I did.”
Detective Lie Detector sighs. “What should I call you then, kid?”
The greenette shrugs. “I don’t fucking care, just not that name, I don’t…….I don’t fucking deserve it.”
A hand rubs his back soothingly and the hero speaks up. “Takami, call him Takami.” He only smiles and winks at him when he turns to stare at him, and shrugs, Takami Izuku, has a nice ring to it, and turns back to the detective.
Tsukauchi, whom he’s named Detective Lie Detector, is his real name, and he sighs, nodding. “Takami, changing my first question, why don’t you think you deserve your previous surname?”
Takami Izuku, looks down at his hands resting on the table, and resists the urge to reach for his pocket watch in his pocket, and that hand rubs his back again. “It’s okay baby bird, you can do it.”
He nods, takes a deep breath, and returns his gaze to the detective. “Because, it was my mom’s surname, and I don’t deserve it, because…..I killed her.”
Tsukauchi frowns when his answer registers as true. “How did you kill your mom?”
“So, I’d just turned four, and my quirk came in, chronokinesis, as I’m sure my very vague file states.” The greenette takes another deep breath and this time he does reach for his pocket watch, pulling it completely out of his pocket all together, little silver chain and all, and twirls it around in his hands slowly. “I couldn’t control it, I didn’t know how to, and I just pointed at her, and she aged up, in like a matter of seconds, and I turned her to dust and bones.” He curls his fingers around his pocket watch tightly. “I’m a fucking murderer, and I don’t go to jail for being a vigilante, I should go for that.”
“But, Takami, you didn’t intentionally harm your mom, it was an accident with a newly developed quirk, an unfortunate turn of circumstances,” the detective cautiously reaches out to touch his hand and he doesn’t jerk away from the touch. “It’s a sorrowful fact, some children who’s quirk comes in, does accidently bring harm to their family, and yes, that does include death, you don’t deserve to go to jail for that, because you are not a murderer.”
The kid doesn’t seem convinced, and he turns his gaze to Hawks for a brief moment, and the pro nods, they both definitely see therapy in the kid’s near future.
He quickly moves on, and gestures to the pocket watch with his pen. “The pocket watch, a number of heroes who’ve attempted to bring you in always see you fiddling with it, what’s the pocket watch for?”
Izuku hums. “It was a gift from my mom when the quirk specialist said I was going to get a quirk, she asked what I wanted, and I was stuck between hero merch and this pocket watch I saw, I don’t fucking no why, but I said I wanted the watch.” He smiles slightly. “I got hero merch too, my mom was just that great, she thought I might regret my choice later, I got some Hawks and Present Mic merch.” He turns to the aforementioned hero next to him who wipes away a fake tear. “Don’t let it go to your head, big bird.”
“I’ll try not too but it may be too late, baby bird.”
Tsukauchi smiles at them. “Where do you live now?”
The greenette grimaces slightly. “In the apartment of my first foster family, they passed on, natural causes, and it was vacant, so I took it, said my dad was on business abroad.”
“Do you have anyone else living there with you?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, just me, my hero merch, notebooks, brother, and depression.”
Oh, yea, therapy is definitely in this kid’s near future.
Hawks raises an eyebrow. “You have a brother?”
Takami nods. “Yea, well, not biologically, we basically adopted each other as brothers, he applied for the hero course as well, but we don’t think he’s going to get in, his quirk isn’t suitable for physical defense.”
The detective nods. “Hawks said you ran away from the orphanage you lived at, care to share as to why?”
“Not really, no.”
“Let me rephrase, then, share as to why.”
Glowing green eyes look between the hero and detective. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
He’s honestly not sure who said it first because they spoke at the same time, and he nods. “Well, they were bad people, they separated us based on quirks, quirks they thought would make for a good heroic quirk, and quirks they assumed were villainous, my brother, Shinsou Hitoshi, with a B, who’s quirk is brainwashing, they said he was villainous, and the other kids would lie and say he was brainwashing them, so they put a muzzle on him.”
Tsukauchi raises an eyebrow. “Where on earth is there a B in Shinsou Hitoshi?”
“There’s a bee? Where?”
Hawks snorts and chuckles softly, shaking his head in equal parts amusement and fondness, Tsukauchi gives him the most exasperated look he’s ever seen, and he’s had the pleasure of seeing Eraserhead’s look of exasperation, so that’s really saying something on the level of just how exasperated he is.
The detective heaves a large sigh. “What did they think you were?”
“Villainous, you know, because I killed my mom. My brother said he didn’t think it was, and that accidents happen, well, not really said, he signed, we know JSL, we’d talk shit right in front of people about said people and they had no fucking idea as to what we’re saying, and it was indeed glorious.”
Tsukauchi nods. “They muzzled your brother, what did they do to you?”
The kid kicks up his leg onto the table and pulls the leg of his navy blue jump up, revealing a scarred ankle, the skin rumpled and glossy. “Quick suppression anklet, they put it on tight, to make sure I didn’t take it off, they said, it had an electric component, so whenever they thought I was being villainous, they’d shock me.” He runs a finger over the thick scar. “As you can see, it burned me, it was not pleasant.” He pulls his pant leg back down and moves his leg, back into the correct sitting position. “I cut off my brother’s muzzle but he still doesn’t speak, they like, engrained it into him, that he’s not allowed to speak, it’s a work in progress.”
The hero rubs at his face lightly. “How did you get the anklet off?”
“Had my brother bash it when a large rock until it broke.” Takami nods. “And, yes, I did break my ankle, but it was worth it, wearing that thing made my whole entire body hurt.”
Tsukauchi points to his wristbands. “What are they for?”
He twists his arms around lightly. “Channeling my quirk, it’s…..difficult, you know, like, it’s constantly on, like yours is, Detective Lie Detector, if I didn’t have a way to control it, I don’t even want to think about what would happen…..So, my first foster family, best couple in the world, best foster home out of them all, had an engineer that specialized in……Uncontainable quirks, who made support items, and he made me these wristbands to help control and channel my quick, they don’t inhibit what I do, they’re not suppressing in the slightest, they just……provide an anchor for me, you know?”
The detective nods. “I understand, coming back to the orphanage for a moment, you said they’d shock you when they thought you’d been acting villainous, did they do anything else?”
The greenette shrugs. “Not really, I mean, sometimes they’d withhold meals for a few days, but they still watered us, you know, because you die faster without water, but can go a good while without food. Sometimes they’d lock us in the basement, which was dark, and moist, and absolutely fucking terrifying. Or they’d lock us in our rooms, if you had a roommate, they’d lock them in too, even if they hadn’t done anything, because it was convieniant, and, well, they were already considered villainous, so who really cared.” The small teenager rubs a finger over the design etched on the top of his pocket watch. “You know, it’s funny, to me at least, that quirks are just tools to be used, they’re not inherently heroic or villainous, it’s the one that uses the quirk that decides whether it’s for heroics or villainy, when you’re told all your life you’re going to be villain for your quirk, it’s no use trying to be anything else, because it’s like society has already declared which side your on. And, even still, me and my brother, want to be heroes, despite what the people have already decided.” His iridescent eyes look up to meet the detectives. “So, tell me, is it the villain who’s, well, the villain, or the people, who’d declared them to be villainous since the day their quirk manifested? Who’s really the villain, and who’s really the victim?”
The detective and hero stare at him, he knows they are, even as he looks down to his pocket watch, but they say nothing, and he knows it’s because they don’t have an answer.
…
When Hitoshi first meets Hawks, he feels a number of emotions course through him, one, is betrayal, at his brother, for bringing a hero to them, one, is elation, because Hawks is sooo cool and one of his favorite heroes up there with Eraserhead, and one, is horror, because he doesn’t want to think the hero thinks he’s villainous too because of his damn quirk.
And then, he mind completely draws a blank, when the hero looks him right in the eye, and says—“You’re going to be an amazing hero, Shinsou.”
He’ll deny it to his last breath, but he does breakdown, he does breakout into sobs, he does throw himself at the hero, the only other person besides Izu who’s told him his quirk isn’t villainous and that he can be a hero. He just stands there, curled around the winged hero, and sobs harder, when he curls his arms around him in turn and doesn’t push him away, despite the fact that he’s completely ruining his shirt.
Izuku gather’s their stuff, his notebooks, their hero merch, their various pictures of their moms, his sketchbooks, both of their hoodies.
Hawks pushes him back slightly when he’s finally sobbed his last sob, and smiles at him, wiping his face clean with his thumbs, and looks at his brother over his shoulder. “Ready to go home, baby birds?”
…
A few weeks later, their letters come in the mail, Izuku got into the hero course, as was expected.
Hitoshi stares at the envelope in his hands, just stares at it, as though willing it to be the same results as his brother’s, but not wanting to open it because he’s certain it’s not going to be. He jolts when Keigo kicks him in the shin lightly. “Open in, baby bird, let’s see what it says.”
He nods, carefully, ever so slowly, he opens the envelope, and slowly pulls the letter out, takes a deep breath as he unfolds the cardstock paper, and reads the context of the page.
And, then, he double reads.
Then, he triple reads.
Just to make sure he’s reading it correctly.
And he smiles widely. “I got in the hero course!” He turns to his brother, smacking him on the arm, and Izuku laughs, shoving his hand away. “Izu! Izu, I got in the hero course! I did it! Oh, my fucking god, I’m going to be an actual fucking hero!”
Keigo chuckles as he leans back in his chair. “After interning for a couple years at my agency, you will, I pulled some strings, the practical exam was pitted against you from the start, but you still tried your hardest, Nedzu agreed, and thus, hola hero course.”
…
Are they nervous for their first day? Yes.
Do they feel as though they’re going to be the first ones expelled? Unlikely, Keigo would throw hands.
Are the excited to know who their homeroom teacher is? Hell yea.
Are they both wearing a different type of Hawks hoodies? Yes, why you might ask, because they thought it was fucking hilarious and it made Keigo groan in exasperation when he saw them that morning before the three of them left for school.
Was it against the dress code, given that they had a uniform they were supposed to be wearing? Well, they’re talented at finding loopholes, and there wasn’t a rule in the dress code that says they weren’t allowed to. Loophole.
Izuku looks up at him as he grips the doorhandle. “Ready, Toshi?”
Hitoshi nods firmly. “I was born ready, motherfucker.”
The greenette nods and opens the door, immediately, they’re met by an unusual sight. A guy, glass, blue hair, engines on his calves, karate chopping the air as he yells at a blonde to get his feet off the desk.
Izuku tenses, and Hitoshi glares, they both know who that kid was, and he follows after his brother when he tries to sneak down the first row. They go unnoticed for approximately two minutes, and then—“FUCKING DEKU! HOW THE HELL DID A MURDERER LIKE YOU GET IN! THEY SHOULD LOCK YOUR ASS UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY! YOU FUCKING MUDERER! YOU KILLED AUNTI—” The purple haired teen is ready to jump in for his brother, this motherfucker had no fucking idea, but his brother shakes his head, turns away, wipes away a few tears, and waves a hand at the exploding blonde flying towards them, his wristband glows a faint blue, and their aggressor stops, frozen, like when you’re watching a movie and you hit pause.
The stuck up glasses guy turns to them. “Hey, you! It’s not appropriate to use you’re quirk on another classmate unprovoked! Release him immediately!”
Hitoshi finally snaps. “Unproked! Did you not just hear him call him a fucking murderer! How is that unprovoked, motherfucker! He’s fucking flying at us with explosions popping in his hands! How is that unprovoked!”
“That’s enough,” a man in a yellow sleeping bag interrupts them, glaring at all three of them, as he unzips is sleeping back and slips out, turning to stare at the brothers when they both mutter under their breath ‘Eraserhead’, because, how in the fuck do they know that, he was an underground hero, he was not supposed to be known. “Problem child one, release him.”
The purple haired teen glares at him, and he has to admit, it’s an impressive glare. “Then, you’d better stop him before he hurts my brother.”
The black haired man nods. “I got him, problem child two.”
He nods, elbowing Izuku lightly, and the greenette waves a hand at their attacker. Unpause. He picks up just as he had left off, no interruptions, and is caught in a wrap of white cloth, forced back. “That’s enough.”
The blonde haired teen glares at him, and he has to admit, once more, that his glare is not as impressive as problem child 2’s glare is. “HE’S A FUCKING MURDERER!” The rest of the class gasps and turns to them in shock. “HE KILLED HIS OWN FUCKING MOM! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!”
The ever tired hero sighs dully. “He’s here because he passed the entrance exam, and, he is not a murderer, the details of what happened that night are in his file, he is not at fault for that.” He glares, red eyed, at the angry blonde. “Leave him alone.” He also knows who their parent is, and what they do not need, is the number three hero losing his shit because someone attacked his kids. “Change into your gym clothes and meet me out by the training field, you’ve got five minutes.” And the Eraser hero stalks out.
As he thought they would, Takami one and Takami two are the first ones out, two minutes, which is quite impressive, he’ll openly admit that, but he’s not that impressed, and heaves a deep sigh, when they grin at him in their matching Eraserhead t-shirts. “It’s only the first day, and you’ve already proven to be problem children.” He rubs at his eyes. “There is a dress code, you know.”
Takami one holds up a finger and Takami two grins even more. “Ah, but alas, I think you’ll find, there’s nothing in said dress code that says we can’t wear these.”
The Eraser hero stares at them for a long moment and groans lowly. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” The rest of the class trickles out a few minutes later. “It took you ten minutes, dozens of civilians can be killed in that span of time,” he glares at the Takami brothers when they snort, because, yes, he does know Takami one can control time. “Be faster next time.” And turns his attention to the rest. “Quirk apprehension test, to see who has potential and who doesn’t, Bakugo how far could you throw the ball in middle school.”
Both Takamis tune them out, staring at each other as they formulate their plan, Izuku nods once, Hitoshi nods once, and they turn back to their teacher when he calls out their name. “Takami one, you’re up,” he tosses him the ball. “Throw the ball, anything counts, just stay inside the circle.”
Takami one turns to him smirking. “Anything counts?”
He glares at him because he just knows. “Stay inside the fucking circle, problem child one.” He does take into account Takami Two coming to stand right at the boundary of the circle, but makes no mention of it, Takami one was the one that had to stay inside the circle. “Go on, ball toss, go.”
The class watches silently as the boy, green curls tied in a bun on the back of his head, turns to face them, tucking the ball under his arms. They’re mystified when he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pocket watch to check the time, Hitoshi knows it’s a tick of his, just a force of habit, and from the way Aizawa looks at him, he’s seemingly making that revelation too.
“Well, come on, hurry up, some of us still have to go.” The purple haired boy turns to glare at the grape over his shoulder, a glare as deadly as poison, and he hears Eraserhead snort when the other boy gulps and steps back. “Sorry, take your time.”
Takami One smiles, raises his hands chest level, and claps them together, his wristbands glow, and everything just stops. He turns first to their teacher, he doesn’t want him to accuse him of cheating if he doesn’t actually see him work and leans over the edge of the circle to press his hand to his chest.
Aizawa is not sure how to describe the feeling that had washed over him but stares at the problem child smiling cheekily in front of him when the feeling fades and narrows his eyes. “Did you just pause me?”
Takami One only grins. “And, I just unpaused you, sensei, didn’t want you to accuse me of cheating.”
The teacher just grunts, mutely intrigued by the possibilities of this kids quirk, because so little is known about it, Nedzu has a few points, but even he, after a certain level, is stumped, this kid was a wild card that they had yet to truly figure out. He watches the greenette walk over to his brother and press his hand to his chest too, Takami Two is more fluid with it, he assumes he must be used to be paused and unpaused, holding his hand out for the ball, he watches curiously as the purple haired Takami stands before the explosive kid. “Okie, Izu.”
He turns to Takami One and the greenette nods. “Bakugo, wake up.”
Aizawa turns back to the blonde teen and Takami 2, his eyes widening in surprise when the blonde suddenly starts moving. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU THINK—”
Takami two interrupts. “Hey, Bakugo, why are you such a fuckwad?”
“I’LL FUCK—” Bakugo falls still, the words dying on his lips, eyes glazed, that’s right, Takami two, brainwashing quirk.
Takami two holds the ball out. “Bakugo, take the ball, and blast it as far as you can.”
He watches in slight awe as the blonde boy takes the ball and steps forward, tosses the ball up, and blasts it with more force then he had with his own throw. The teacher looks down at the recording device and nods at Takami one. “Okay, problem child one, unpaused everyone.”
The greenette nods, his wristband glows as he waves his hand, and everyone starts moving again, in the same exact positions as they had been previously.
A boy with sharp red hair finally calls out. “Is he going to throw the ball?”
The two Takamis bow dramatically. Problem children for sure. And he nods. “He did, nine hundred eighty two feet.”
He tells them to redo the running when Takami one takes hold of Takami two’s hand and they simply appear at the finish line, surprising the speedster, to see just how fast they can make it without the use of a quirk.
Thirty five seconds, not bad, not bad at all.
They’re problem children, that much is evident, but they’re problem children with potential.
…
Heroic’s, that’s the lesson the two Takamis are excited for, he can see it, whether or not their excited that their dad is teaching it, or the fact that anything goes in heroic’s, he’s not quite sure, perhaps it could be a mixture of both, the young Takamis are rather attached with the elder Takami, whenever any of them saw them when they were brought to be caught up on their learning, they were usually glued to the elder Takami’s side.
Perhaps a bit touch-starved, they usually always had something touching the man, usually holding onto his hands of the sleeves of his coat.
“I AM HERE!” He groans when All Might bursts through the door, and smiles, chuckling softly when the two Takamis start booing. “COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!”
“All Might.” Oh, god, the number three hero already sounds so done with the man. “Normal people do not announce themselves.” Hawks shakes his head as he enters behind the bulky number one hero, glaring at his two problem children when he hears them booing, smiling slightly when they instead start cheering. “Okay, okay, everyone,” he sends a pointed look to his two problem fledglings. “Settle down, it’s time for heroics.” He gestures to the walls, from which, drawers open. “Put on your costumes and meet us down at beta three.”
The two heroes make their leave, Hawks chiding All Might for being so dramatic, and the two younger Takamis grin at each other as they rise for their drawers.
Izuku had stuck with his Clockwork design, just made it a bit more form fitting, instead of baggy as it had been, and added combat boots, heavy, but light enough for him to prance around as he was wont to do. He preferred hand to hand combat himself, but papa bird had said he needed some sort of weapon, so he went with a two piece bow staff, a taser on the ends, and it could be combined into one long staff.
Hitoshi had gone for something similar to papa bird’s costume, black, form fitting, but not too form fitting, he’d elected for combat boots too, similar to the greenette’s, the lines in his costume purple instead of papa bird’s yellow, a brown jacket, because him and his brother both agreed that the color beige was yucky, and also agreed to never say so to papa bird’s face, so they signed it to each other, until papa bird said he was learning JSL, and they’d been reduced to the adopted sibling type of ESP. His weapon of choice, made by yours truly, Hatsume Mei, was a two piece bow staff, taser at the ends of each end, that could be combined to form one large staff.
They were the first ones to make it to beta 3, smiling with the knowledge that Hawks was distracted with explaining the exercise to All Might for the second time, if his tone was anything to go by, and laughed when they made him yelp as they rammed into his back, forcing him forward a step.
The hero laughs softly as he tugs them both around to his front. “Let me see, let me see, you two didn’t let me see your hero costumes.” He tugs on the greenettes hood. “Let the old times roll on, baby bird, I like it.” He presses a hand to his heart dramatically when he turns to the purplette. “One after my own heart, it’s perfect, baby bird.” Both boys laugh when he wipes away a fake tear. “I might actually cry.”
Hitoshi laughs and shoves him backwards, to which he laughs himself, and tugs the boy along with him, wrapping him up tight.
All Might clears his throat, and he looks between his two baby birds when they turn to glare at him, something of which he either ignores or doesn’t notice. “Hawks, you know these boys?”
The number three hero nods lightly, resting a hand on their heads. “Yea, they’re my boys, baby birds of my own heart.”
The older blonde nods. “Don’t you think it’s a tad unfair to be teaching your own children?”
Izuku snaps. “Are you saying he’d give us special treatment?”
Hitoshi follows his lead. “Special treatment isn’t a word in papa bird’s dictionary.”
All Might stares at the two boys, and upon noticing the purple eyed boy’s glare, gulps mutely and shakes his head. “Of course not, my apologies.”
Hawks sighs and smacks baby bird two over the head. “Toshi, quit glaring at people just to make them squirm.”
“Proof or it didn’t happen.”
He shakes his head in amusement when the rest of the class starts trickling in various colors and patterns of costumes.
The class pays apt attention when Hawks explains the exercise to them and the objective, heroes versus villains, and splits them into pairings.
Izuku and Hitoshi know that it’s completely coincidental that they ended up partnered together, completely, utterly coincidental, and Hitoshi glares All Might into silence when he makes to speak when Hawks’s back is turned.
Ha.
Number one hero is scared of a fifteen year old.
This is rich.
The only downside is that they’re paired against the angry Pomeranian, Hitoshi tugs his brother closer when he sees the feral look the angry blonde sends at him, he can feel papa bird’s presence behind him, so he knows he saw the expression before the explosive teen turned away with a huff.
Izuku looks up when he feels the hand on his shoulder. “We’ll talk about that later, baby bird.” He nods mutely, he knows that papa bird saw Bakugo’s glare, and he knows that once he saw it that he’d want to know what it was about.
Their strategy was easy, Hitoshi and Izuku had perfected the meaning of partnership, they relied on each other’s quick and combat skills, growing up on the streets allows you to play dirty, and thus, they’d play dirty.
They both know that the feral blonde is going to come after the greenette, there’s obviously some history between them, so they plan to take him out together, and then Hitoshi will take on Iida himself when they go after the bomb.
“Teams ready?.....” They all give their confirmation. “Go!”
Takami One stands right in the middle of the room, out in the open, arms crossed, whistling to himself patiently, or, as patiently as Takami one can wait. While Takami two darts forward to hide behind a stack of crates, watching his brother closely, keeping his breathing to a minimum, as silent as a church mouse, so the clerks at the stores don’t hear you before you stuff something in your pocket and dart away.
“FUCKING MURDERER! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, SHITTY DEKU, JUST LIKE YOU KILLED AUNTIE INKO!” Right on cue, he watches his brothers fist curl up tightly, and whispers into his mic to keep him chill. “MURDERERS LIKE YOU DESERVE TO FUCKING DIE FOR THEIR CRIMES!”
Bakugo snarls and stalks forward, growling deeply when the murdered merely rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket for a pocket watch. “ARE YOU FUCKING LOOKING DOWN ON ME, MURDERER! FUCKING FIGHT ME LIKE THE VILLAIN YOU ARE!”
Takami one sighs and closes his pocket watch, returning his stare to the angry Pomeranian, eyes dull and unimpressed. “No, Kacchan, I’m just waiting for the perfect moment of time.”
The explosive blonde screams, monologues about his gauntlets, takes aim.
‘Bakugo, don’t you dare, you could kill him!’
‘Not if he dodges.’
And there’s an explosion, loud, hot, and bright.
Takami two smiles when his brother smiles, and, standing completely still, time seems to slow down, the fire from the explosion creeping inch by inch, as slow as a snail, and then Takami Two jumps into action.
Izuku steps out of the blasting range, he can’t touch him, or he’ll wake up, or, at least, return to normal time, so Hitoshi steps in, dragging the paused blonde to the spot his brother just vacated. This is for all the fucking scars you left on my brother. It had been his idea, because Izuku had known that papa bird would be pissed, but he’d thrown that away, he wasn’t going to let this bastard get away with all the abuse he put his brother through, so he’d face a pissed papa bird, it would be worth it, to see this asshole struggle.
He nods to the greenette, who makes a hand gesture, unpausing the upper levels of the building, watching his once best friend standing on the other side of his explosion gave him a sick sense of satisfaction, before they turned to take on Iida.
The speedster had been easy to take out, Hitoshi only had to ask him about his brother, and once he answered, boom, done, mission complete.
And then, they returned to the ground level, the flames just inches from the blonde now. Hitoshi crosses his arms firmly. Izuku flicks the blonde off and snaps his fingers, everything returns to normal, and admittedly, they do smile when their tormentor screamed in agony, high fiving as their teachers swore and ran, both appearing in their abandoned building, checking on the burnt student first, Bakugo hissed and swore and choked on pain, and still they smiled, arms crossed, satisfied with their revenge, even as Keigo stood, and turned towards them, pissed isn’t the word they’d use to describe him as he stalked forward, as his hands curled around their biceps and he tugged them forward, pushing them forward ahead of him.
They returned to the spectator room for beta three ten minutes later, red face and a tad sorer then they were when they left, but the events that led them into this new state did nothing to quench their satisfaction.
…
“No, those are real villains,” Takami one watches his teacher turn as more flood in. “Thirteen watch the students.”
Takami two darts forward. “Sensei, you can’t take them all on your own!”
Aizawa looks at him from over his shoulder. “I’m not a one trick pony, problem child.” And jumps down to face them.
They watch their teacher engage the villains with wide eyes, Takami one freezes, no, he’s sure, it’s not time that’s frozen, but him, vaguely hears someone say that their communications are jammed, when he steps out of familiar warp gate, he stares, just stares, because, no, it couldn’t be.
Could it?
The only voice that registers clearly is his brother’s voice. “Izu, is that Tenko, the one you told me about?”
The greenette nods faintly.
He hears someone telling Iida to run, Iida says something, but he doesn’t hear what it is, he stares, listening to the familiar voice taunt his teacher, and he knows, in that moment, he fucking knows, he knows who it is, he knows who’s behind this, he knows.
Someone’s calling his name, he can barely hear it, as he stares at him. The one who had been his first believer, he hadn’t been a big fan of heroes, but he’d been his biggest supporter when he’d said he wanted to be a hero when he was younger, before he met papa bird, he’d been the one to protect him, the one that told him he could do it, even though he didn’t have a quirk at the time and they weren’t sure when it would come in. He hadn’t liked heroes, but when he’d told him he wanted to be a hero, he supported him despite his dislike of them.
He’d ‘disappeared’ when he turned four.
He knows who took him.
He’s never hated anyone more in his entire life until this very moment.
That…..That bastard had taken everything from him.
He’d taken his mom from him.
He’d taken his brother from him.
He’d taken his safety and security and happiness.
He’d taken everything from him.
Now, he’s not too upset, not anymore, because he had Keigo and Hitoshi now, and he’s happy, he’s loved, and he’s supported in his dreams even when everyone else said to give up, but…..but seeing him, seeing him makes rage bubble up inside of him.
Izuku hears the voice, the deep soft voice that he remembers from his young early years, he’s speaking to his classmates, it sounds like it’s underwater. He doesn’t want to call out, he doesn’t want anyone to know, he doesn’t want them to know who his real family was, who they were, he didn’t want Keigo to know, he didn’t want Keigo to hate him, he didn’t want Keigo to leave him.
He doesn’t want to be alone again.
But he can’t let his friends be hurt, yes, even Bakugo, he didn’t want the only friends to get hurt.
A true hero makes sacrifices for the safety of others.
So, Izuku steels himself, clenches his hands into fists, prepared for what the outcome could be, he’ll miss being with Keigo, he’ll miss having friends, but he was a hero, and heroes saved people.
Prepared for everyone to know that his real family were a bunch of villains.
“Giri!” His scream cuts the warper off mid-sentence and he stares straight ahead, as the warper condenses in surprise, taking on an actual form, not daring look at his classmates, he doesn’t want to see them, their expressions, their hatred, he doesn’t want to see it. “Giri,” he points behind him and he knows the warper will know who he’s talking about. “I need to get to Tenko!”
The mist man tilts his head. “Green bean?”
“Giri! Tenko!”
There’s silence for a long moment, before the mist man nods, and he falls through a warp gate. It’s been a long time since he’s travelled via Giri Airlines, so he stumbles when he lands, nearly trips into his teacher’s back.
And, boy, if looks could kill, the seething glare that Aizawa sends him over his shoulder would have been his end. “Taka—” He doesn’t wait for him to finish, darting forward, for the familiar man, for the blue haired pale man, wearing white gloves that he had given him. “Takami one! No!”
Izuku dodges the capture weapon sent after him, just a few more steps, the man raises his hands to fight back, and he rams into him, sending him stumbling backwards, and holds on as tight as he can. “Tenko, please! Please don’t! Please, please, Tenko, please!” The older man caught in his grip doesn’t say anything, his arms raised slightly, and he can feel him staring down at him, he can feel his eyes burning into him. “Please! Please, Tenko! Please don’t hurt my friends! Please! Please, Tenko, please! Please, please don’t hurt my teacher! You said I could be a hero, remember, you said so! He’s going to teach me how to be a hero! Please Tenko!”
The chest he’s pressed against rumbles softly when the man finally speaks. “Green bean?”
He nods quickly, squeezing the blue haired man tighter. “Please, Tenko, please! Don’t let him do this to you! Please, please don’t let him! This isn’t you! This isn’t you!”
Slowly, the greenette feels arms curl around him, there’s nothing but silence around them, it’s just them, just him and his villainous older brother, that he’s never told a single soul other than Hitoshi about, because it was bad enough that people thought he was villainous because of the accident, he didn’t want to think about what they would have done to him if they knew this part of his life, and he’s pulled in closer.
“Green bean, I’m so sorry.” Tenko whispers into his curls. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to leave you. He was…..He was more than I could take on, on my own.”
He finally pulls back, slightly, curling his fingers in the sides of the man’s shirt, looking up into his red eyes, familiar red eyes. “Come back, Tenko, come back with me! Keigo can help you! He can! Don’t leave again!”
White gloved hands curl around his face, thumbs rub the tears dripping from his eyes away, and they simply stare at each other. “I….I don’t know, green bean.”
Izuku curls his fingers in tighter. “Please, Tenko! Please, Keigo can help you! He can! He can help fix what he did! Don’t go back to him! Come back with me! Come back! I need you!”
Tenko heaves a deep sigh, pulling him back in, curling his arms around his younger brother’s trembling form. “I….I’m a villain, Izuku, I’ve done so much……Why would your hero want me anywhere close?”
“Keigo isn’t like that, Tenko!” Izuku presses in closer. “He isn’t like that! Keigo knows! He knows when someone’s being forced to do something! He knows! You’re not the villain, you’re not, he is! He’s the villain! Heroes save people, Tenko, I’m going to be a hero, I’m going to be the best hero I can possibly be and save people who need saved, let me save you Tenko! Let me! Please! Please, I don’t want to lose you again! Don’t go! Keigo can help you! Keigo won’t judge you! I promise, he won’t!”
He forces himself back again, to stare up at the elder, tears long since replacing the ones that had been wiped away, and Tenko stares right back. “Please, Tenko, please!” They stare at each other for a long, long time. Vaguely he hears fucking All Might announce his entrance, the other heroes breaking through, and then there’s more silence, nothing but silence, and their stare never breaks, not even by a minuscule moment, and this time he whispers, small, lost, broken. “Please, Tenko, please come back.”
And then, they’re back to staring, he ignores the sound of wings fluttering when his papa bird lands behind them, a few paces back, next to Eraserhead, and hears him whisper something to the other hero, but he’s not paying enough attention to make out what’s being said, his only focus is the eyes he’s staring into, the man he’s holding onto, the brother that had been stolen from him when he’d just turned four, three days after, he’d read him a story before bed, and when he’d gone to wake him up the next morning, he was gone.
“You really think he wouldn’t, that he’d help me?” The greenette nods vigorously, Tenko’s the first one to blink, and he nods slightly. “Okay, green bean, okay.”
“Shigaraki,” Kurogiri cuts in softly behind him. “What’s the plan?”
Tenko Shigaraki stares down into his baby brother’s glowing emerald eyes for a moment before responding. “Send the other’s back, Giri.”
The warper hums softly, but does as he’s told anyway, Izuku can feel his eyes too. “What about you, he’ll be expecting you back.”
The blue haired man smiles, and it’s not the manic smile the teenager had seen before he’d rammed into him, it’s the smile he remembers from when he was little, somewhat wicked, but not in the wrong way, and kind, the smile only those closest to him got, and pulls the greenette in once more, holding onto the younger brother that had been stolen from him just three days after his fourth birthday, the younger brother who’s milestones he’d been robbed of witnessing.
The younger brother who was going to be a great fucking hero.
“Tell him he can fuck off.” He curls a gloved hand around the back of his younger brother’s head. “I’m not leaving my brother again.”
Kurogiri hums again, he sounds amused, and then he’s gone, warped out.
Izuku inhales deeply, trying to pull himself back together before he turns around to face all of the people who want to know what the fuck was going on, and turns his head slightly. “Thanks, Tenko.”
Fingers curl into his curls, not painfully, just firm. “I trust you, baby brother.”
The greenette clenches his eyes closed for a moment as he inhales again, reaching around for one of his brother’s gloved hands, and when he’s got it in his own, he turns around to face everyone, fully prepared for their reactions, everyone’s staring at him, too many eyes then he can count, but he just stares at Keigo, glowing green meeting gold.
“I swear I can explain.”
…
“You’re a traitor!” Of course, All Might has to be the one to break the silence, Izuku wants to ask, he really does, why does he have to be here? “You’re a spy for him!”
Hitoshi snorts and looks away when eyes turn to him. “Izu would be a horrible spy! He has no pokerface.”
The greenette elbows him when his older brother chuckles softly. “Shut up, Toshi, I do too have a fucking pokerface.”
“No, no you don’t.”
“All Might,” Keigo groans, interrupting them, as he buries his face in his hands. “Shut up.”
Nedzu says nothing but he knows the stout is amused.
Hawks takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “Okay, so, let me get this straight.” He turns to the two actual brothers, sitting side by side, holding hands, Hitoshi sitting on the blue haired man’s other side, holding onto his other hand, something of which that had confused him, but not enough for him to question it. “You’re biological dad is All for One?”
Izuku nods mutely.
Hawks turns to the purplette. “And, you knew?”
Hitoshi nods mutely.
The blonde man sighs and groans again as he turns back to the greenette. “And, it was coming up on your fourth birthday and still didn’t have a quirk?”
“Actually,” Tenko interjects softly. “He was diagnosed as quirkless when he reached four years old.” He looks away when the hero turns to him. “Sorry.”
“Hey,” it surprises the oldest boy when a hand pats his leg lightly. “No need to apologize, if you know something, let us know.”
The pale teen smiles slightly and nods, looking over when his green haired younger brother squeezes his hand, and over to the other side when the purplette does the same.
Hawks nods. “Okay, so, you were diagnosed as quirkless when you were four?”
Izuku nods faintly. “I have the double two joint and everything.”
All Might growls at him and the winged hero is quick to turn to him, pointing at him threateningly. “You growl at my son again and you’ll regret it.” And turns back to face his third kid, Tenko’s his, he’s already made it a thing. “And, Tenko, you’re father told you that he gave Izuku a quirk?”
The blue haired teen nods. “Yea, he did the same to me, that’s how I know he wasn’t lying.”
Hawks just stares at him, because, how fucked up can one father be. “He gave you a quirk?”
Tenko nods. “Five finger activation quirk, disintegration, I…I didn’t know….Woke up one day when I was a little kid and disintegrated my entire family.” He can feel the eyes on him, one curious, one seething, and the other sympathetic. “I was already a villain, that’s what he said, that no one would believe me if I said it was an accident, so he took me in, and well…..you know.”
“No, I don’t know.”
The number three hero feels a tad bit guilty when the teenager flinches, why, was he starting to collect kids with tragic pasts, he was twenty three for christ’s sake and he already has two boys, does that mean he’s going to send him away, hell no, Tenko was his, just not on paper, yet.
The blue haired teen nods. “He brainwashed me.”
“Right, so, back on track here,” Hawks looks down to his hands. “Baby bird one, you were actually quirkless and your father gave you a quirk?”
The greenette nods. “Yes.”
“Okay, Tenko, he gave Izuku his quirk, and then he kidnapped you and just disappeared?”
Tenko nods. “Yes.”
Nedzu hums softly as he adds himself to the conversation. “Tenko, do you know where All for One is?”
The blue haired teen averts his eyes, flinching back when All Might growls again, curling into himself. “Tell us, villain, or you’ll join him in Tartarus.”
The stout holds a paw up. “Now, All Might, that was unnecessary.”
The older blonde grumbles. “He’s in league with All for One, he should go regardless, he’s a villain.”
Hawks turns again. “All Might, would you leave my fucking kid alone, he just said he was brainwashed, I knew you were dumb but I didn’t think you were a dumbass.”
Tenko looks up at him, red eyes widening, and the hero smiles when he looks back around to them. “Yea, kid, you’re mine, we’ll get it on paper later.”
Nedzu smiles. “And, I shall help with this endeavor, Tenko, do you know the answer to my previous question?”
The oldest teen nods lightly. “Yea, I do know where All for One is.” He leans forward. “I can give you the address, you have a pen and paper?”
…
“Okay, baby bird three,” Tenko smiles, leaning against the blonde man’s side, under his arm, basking in the feeling of fingers scratching lightly at his head. “You pick the movie you wanna watch.”
He takes the remote that’s held out to him. Izuku flops down at his side, laying back against him, and he drapes an arm over his chest, Hitoshi flops down on Keigo’s other side, and the man raises his arm as the purplette lays his head in his lap, and brushes his fingers through his uncontrollable purple hair when he settles down and lowers his arm. “This one.”
The Avengers: Infinity War part two.
Hitoshi cheers. “Best grape!”
Izuku agrees. “Best grape!”