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Izuku was walking down the deserted night streets of Musutafu, corvids croaking their crooked call and night shining light onto the streets.

“The night is not for the realm of the living, my dearest boy, Hinata. It is only fair I should die now, as the sun shines brightly, mocking my very existence. Run…. My child.. and celebrate my death..” He recalled his mother saying to him when Izuku was little, a boy no older than eight.

Izuku had always loved his mother, and knew that in the warm light of the sunset that fateful night, her soul had gone down rather than up.

Inko Midoriya, in love with All For One. Killed in a gunfight during the battle between an unknown evil and All Might. 

She had chased after All For One, who had brought their very own son to the fight.

Izuku recalled how his mother begged for him to release Izuku, short of demanding he be released. She didn’t back away from the police perimeter fast enough, and they shot her.

Izuku knew he was brought into the battlefield, but his memory of it was scarce save for his mothers final words.

He knew it had something to do with his quirk, one given by All For One.

A prized possession of his father, not Izuku, but the quirk he possessed. 

Shapeshifting cryptid, the ability to turn the user into a cryptic horror of the mind's worst imagination.

When Inko, his mother, had died, All For One abandoned Izuku at a boys home.

He knew his old name, Hinata, but Hinata Midoriya was a name known only by the government and the real equivalent of the boogeyman.

Izuku snapped out of his horrible memory, awakening to see the night. A dark, eerie blue light shone down upon every surface visible, unbroken by the various clouds of grey.

Izuku ran a hand through his black hair, greasy and unwashed. 

Life was hard at the boys home.

Crows and ravens creaked and roused through the night air, crisp and cold and biting at Izuku’s very bones.

Izuku belonged to not the realm of the living, but a time of night sacred only to those shunned by society.

He tossed a wad of stolen cash into the hat of a sleeping homeless man, not daring to wake up the man. It was a rarely quiet night, Izuku’s thoughts reverberating off his skull.

His beaten yellow backpack was marred with the blood of Izuku’s enemies, himself.

Bakugo had made quick work of attacking Izuku and turning tail, leaving blood on his school clothes and Izuku’s all black eyes void of any semblance of peace.

Izuku’s only side effects from his quirk had been,

•black eyes, no whites or highlights.

•joint pain

•horrible anxiety that caused frequent headaches, jumpy behavior, and jitters.

And god, did Bakugo worsen those last two symptoms of Izuku’s second worst problem.

Bakugo being the first, of course.

Izuku felt a cold breeze hit his face, scaring the black haired boy enough to make him jump. It was nothing, of course.

Izuku knew that the gym he had a membership to (Izuku had his mothers old membership, prepaid for the next 20 years, and not flagged by the government)would be open all night, so Izuku would be able to shower.

After walking with heavy footsteps through puddles and blood and empty roads, Izuku made it to the gym.

There was one tired girl at the register, already asleep.

Izuku sighed, walking past the desk without bothering to sign in.

Inside the showers, Izuku felt the ice cold water breeze down his back like blood in veins, sticking his curly black bangs to his head.

Washing his hair and drying it with a towel, Izuku knew his curls would be fucked up.

Gritting his teeth as the cold bit his bare skin, Izuku changed quickly.

Izuku wore a pair of distressed, baggy black jeans with a cheap studded belt. He tossed on his workout shirt, though he wasn’t gonna workout. The black compression shirt showed his plentiful amount of muscle in the arms, as well as his abs. Izuku was proud of his physique, but it didn’t stop the bullying.

Short and strong, Izuku was. And with his quirk and timid personality, Izuku knew he would be the easy target wherever he went.

If he became a hero, or an officer, or even a doctor, Izuku would become respected, and if he were a hero, maybe he wouldn’t have to see Bakugo anymore.

Bakugo was horrid, a monster amongst men, one who hid his true nature from all but those he deemed worthy. Izuku alone was the only person deemed worthy.

Izuku tossed a baggy grey tee shirt over the compression shirt, grabbing the tattered bag and heading out.

The loud doors creaked behind him, something of a horror movie. 

The girl hadn’t awoken, drool dripping down her face. 

She had short, thick brown hair and pale pink lips, with full cheeks. She might have even been attractive, if Izuku liked women.

Izuku was hit with a whirring wind that hadn’t been there when he entered, loud shrieks and howls of wind echoed through the empty streets, illuminated by the occasional headlight.

No villains tonight, and no underground heroes either. He thought, at least. No heroes assigned to this district.

So who was the scruffy man following him?

As Izuku walked with faux rational calmness, he went through steps in his head. Find a rooftop or highground, put your back against the wall to avoid sneak attacks, and always look up.

Looking up, a wisp of grey scarf trailed the rooftops, giving Izuku a hint.

Eraserhead. Weakness, eyes. Rarely seen and even less detected. Creature of the night, like Izuku.

The first step came up ahead of him, a fire escape to the roof of an apartment building.

It creaked under Izuku’s attempted weightless footsteps, shaking and trembling under his weight. Izuku was light, sick from being underfed. It was bad for his muscles, often making Izuku weaker than he should be.

As he made it to the top of the rooftop, winds shrieked even louder.

Looking down, there was no rail. The apartment rooftop, on one end, led Izuku straight to a river. Suicide central, Izuku supposed.

A powerbox on top of the roof gave Izuku cover.

Looking up, at an apartment building in the distance, two red eyes gleamed sharp at Izuku.

Too bad, Izuku wasn’t gonna use his quirk anyway.

——

A year ago, Shouta had found a boy on the side of the road. Apparently, the kid had been kicked out by the boy's home he stayed at.

Obviously, Shouta would help. And Zashi agreed to help, and the kid liked cats.

So, he had a son. But ever since hearing of Hitoshi’s experiences at the boy’s home, Shouta had a mission.

“Villainous kids— kids with quirks like mine— were held in a separate ward. It was just me and Izuku Ailana, a nice kid. He was super cool, his quirk was too. He said his quirk could turn him into monsters— scary ones— but he always looked angelic when he showed me. He said he could concentrate really hard to make himself look kinder. I’ve only seen Izuku without concentration once, and a kid had a seizure.

They sometimes didn’t feed the boys in the villain ward, so Izuku gave me his snacks. He was really light, though, but he insisted. Apparently, he was the child of a villain so he would be there for a while— until he turned eighteen, he suspected.

I was kicked out because I talked in my sleep. I caught Izuku and he answered a question, and he was under my control when I woke up. He didn’t care at all, but I guess the workers didn’t like it.

It definitely sucked, I think Izuku is what kept me sane. You said you were tearing down the boy’s home? Don’t hurt Izuku.” Hitoshi had said once.

Hitoshi described Izuku as a short guy with short, fluffy green hair and the stars in his eyes. He had said Izuku’s all black eyes had a certain shine to them, like a bat.

Shouta was trailing a random kid from the boys home to gather intel.

The boy was short, with mid length curly black hair and all black eyes. The kid had pale skin, and one freckle. Man, this kid didn’t get out much.

And somehow, he had found Shouta. Using tricks taught to villains.

Odd.

So, Shouta showed himself.

He hopped down from the alley, erasing the tired boy’s quirk. He didn’t seem to care, instead strategically tracking Shouta with those void eyes. Shivers, Shouta feels a trail down his spine.

“Eraserhead. What are you doing here, following a 14 year old.” The kid all but demands, not an ounce of question in his voice .

How did he know Shouta?

“Michel boy’s home, a french boy’s home located in Japan. You live there, right?”

“Me and the other 40 kids. See, you're not gonna find an individual. 130 people registered at the boys home and 40 living there. Who and what do you require, Eraserhead sir.”

“The whereabouts of one Izuku Ailana.”

“Turn right, make a left, and go straight.”

“You think I don’t know where the police station is?” Shouta warns.

“You’re looking at him. In the twisted flesh.” As if to emphasize his point, a huge raven   caws before landing on the boy’s head, and flying off again.

“He had green hair.”

The boy pulled his bangs up to reveal small green curls at the roots of his head.

“You’re Ailana?” He said, aware of the unmasked skepticism in his own voice.

“Like I said.” A corvid was heard in the distance. Freaky, how was Ailana doing that?!

“Hitoshi.” Shouta said, needing confirmation that the boy knew his son.

“Shinsou. Brainwashing. Villain ward. Time of escape, 2 am on a friday. I helped him pack before he was kicked out. Your point?” Ailana sighed, voice less strained.

“He is my son.”

“I know. I talk to the crows.” Ailana said, body morphing into a cryptid horror.

His neck enlarged, before growing feathers, face contorting into a beak, legs growing long and arms mangled into wings.

Before Shouta could use his quirk, Ailana cawed.

A murder of crows surrounded him, pecking at him like flies to a corpse.

With a few more caws to the crows. They disbanded.

Shouta was so stunned he couldn’t use his quirk.

Ailana contorted back into the form of a little kid, 14.

“The crows tell me the status of those I hold dear. The orange cat on the corner of Pickett and Wyoming, fed by a boy with a mutation quirk. Sweet kid. Hitoshi, sleeping soundly in a well decorated bedroom, healthier, whispering about the crow calls not being as loud tonight.” Ailana sighed.

Shouta snapped to his senses, wrapping Ailana in his capture weapon. Quirk use and spying was illegal. 

20 minutes later, they were at the police station where  Ailana tried tricking Shouta into going too.

“Erase- why is there a boy?” The greeting started off friendly, but Tsukautchi ended it in a confused murmur.

“He was spying on my boy.”

“Hitoshi? Bad move,” Tsukauchi tutted, leading Shouta to an interrogation room.

——

Izuku was in an interrogation room? All he had done was speak to the crows!

“State your name for the record, please,” Izuku’s thoughts were cut off by the strange noise of a voice, a human voice.

“You're a detective, right? It’s Ailana Izuku. My last name’s Hawaiian. I don't know why, don’t ask my nationality, I’m Japanese.” Izuku lied. He chose that fake last name on a whim after his mother died.

“Were you stalking Shinsou Hitoshi?”

“No. I used my crows to watch him.”

“Stalk him.”

“Watch. He told me to watch him with the crows when he left, in case something happened. He knows, he even talks to the crows.” Izuku says with finality.

“Proof?”

“Toshi’s word and my crows.”

“How do you know Shinsou?”

“Kept him fed when we shared a room. Well, the ward was one big room for all the troubled children. We had another but he totally freaked out about me.”

“Huh?”

“Quirk thing, yada yada,”

… after interrogation…

“I’m telling you, Izuku is my best friend! I have him watch me just in case, haven’t you noticed the crows?” Toshi’s loud voice sounded from Eraserheads phone.

In the clear, Izuku left with the acceptance of the detective.

——

Toshi had awoken to a phone call at the ass crack of dawn. Crows were in his window, all of them watching Hitoshi.

It was Shouta.

“Izuku Ailana, your friend. Is he stalking you?”

… conversation I’m too fucking lazy to write…

“He isn’t my stalker, Shouta.”

And Hitoshi hung up.

Truth be told, Hitoshi had missed Zuku like how a fish missed water. How a bird needs its wings. For, what is a tree with no soil? As clever Zuku would say.

Hitoshi missed waking up with Zuku curled up in Hitoshi’s bed instead of his own, because Zuku ran cold as dead and Hitoshi was warm.

Hitoshi missed the playful banter, their night walks, and how their friendship was more tender.

Let it be known, Hitoshi didn’t miss how Zuku would give him all his food. He noticed how Zuku was skinny with good muscle, and how unhealthy he was. How Zuku threw up alot, how he only ate food on some days so Hitoshi wouldn’t starve. 

They, often, forgot to feed Hitoshi. With Hitoshi receiving one meal a week, he was unable to get up.

Zuku ate a protein bar every other day and didn’t die. Hitoshi had a full belly.

Sometimes, Hitoshi would wake up and Zuku would be talking to the crows, hidden behind a blanket.

Sometimes, Hitoshi would wake up to Zuku wrapping his arms around Hitoshi in sleep, ignoring Zuku’s bed.

Hitoshi wasn’t dumb, he knew he had a crush on Zuku. He saw how dead Zuku looked except for when with Hitoshi.

Honestly, Hitoshi had never seen Izuku 100% healthy. 

Be it underweight, burned, broken or half dead, Zuku never really felt healthy.

But he sounded healthier over the phone when he was talking in the background, miniscule but noticeable.

Well, Hitoshi had studied Zuku’s every voice, mannerism, and the name of every returning crow. Echo was Hitoshi’s favorite crow.

And though he couldn’t listen to the corvids, he could talk to them. Update Zuku.

And oh, how he missed their friendship.

——

Nemuri was ecstatic! First, little Shou-bear adopted a kid?! A son?! And the kid was just adorable.

Then, a year later, Shou-bear and Zashi tell her about another boy?!

Well, apparently the kid was emo, like Shouta in high school.

So, Nemuri had a mission!

She was going to adopt the boy, make him her son, force him to become a hero, and do his hair!

EEEEEK!

Goals.

——

Why was every staff member adopting kids? They already have kids, their students.

Nedzu grit his teeth. Nemuri was just as chaotic as him. Adopting a boy? She didn’t know the kid.

And Shinsou was a sweet boy, so he could accept that. But Nedzu had information nobody else did.

Would he let one of his staff members adopt the son of the world’s worst villain? A nightmare in plain clothes?

Yes. He would absolutely let that happen.

He wanted to meet Hinata Midoriya.

Yes, Nedzu knew everything.

Nedzu knew that he was the reason little Hinata was never arrested at 8 years old.

—-

Izuku was now, alone, in his ward. The ward was just a huge room with many beds, and many windows.

On some days (nights), Izuku would open the windows and talk to crows, or maybe even transform. On the rare occasion, he would scale the building and make it to the roof, where he would contemplate jumping or Ua or just watch the stars.

On the best days(nights), Izuku would lay on the roof and let the cold night air consume him. His smallest transformation was a spider with 400 legs. Simple and effective.

On those days,(nights) Izuku would use his quirk as a means of relaxation. A rustle in the night winds would scare him, but the brief peace was worth the fear.

As Izuku opened his window, his door slammed.

They no longer accepted kids to Izuku’s ward. Maybe he was getting kicked out? Well, Izuku had packed a bag.

“Ailana! Get down from that window!” An angered female voice howled with a heavy French accent.

Izuku was hanging out the window.

He turned around, the crow he was speaking too perched on his arm and visible for the two individuals.

“Madame. What is it?” Izuku asked, voice tired and drained.

She rolled her eyes, not familiar with the concept of suffering in the least.

“A woman wants you. Pack a bag and leave.” She spat.

The crow sensed the tension in the air, cawing loudly before whirling off into the night.

“Madame, it is late. My bags are packed, though.”

“Then leave. Grab your clothes and tell your putrid poultry to piss off.”

And with that, the Madame left with a huff.

The woman was tall, with dangerous icy blue eyes and long, sleek blue hair. She was tall and skinny, with nice curves and breasts. 

Izuku didn’t stare, instead sending her a questioning glance.

“Well, dear,” the woman purred before continuing in a sultry voice, “I wanted a darling son, and my dearest best friend is in possession of your boy toy.”

“Excuse me? Possession of a human is illegal. Who is this ‘boytoy’, anyway?” Izuku said, hopping off the ledge with a huff.

“Wow, dear, you're skinny,” she said, emphasizing the word while ignoring his question. “I’ll make you nice and cute, fix that hair and feed ya,” she walked around him, sizing Izuku up.

“Ma’am, may I get my bag?”

“Call me Mother, or Aunty Nemuri. Either is welcome,” the woman purred once again. Was she attracted to kids?

“Aunty Nemuri, I need to grab my bags.” Izuku insisted as he pushed past her.

His beaten yellow bag had gym clothes and cheap 4-in-1 hair stuff that didn’t cater to his curls at all.

Izuku grabbed Hitoshi’s old knitted sweater, tossing it over his other two shirts. The sweater was black with white skeleton designs, and it had remnants of the boy's  purple nail polish on it.

He followed the woman out.

——

Nemuri had kidnapped the boy! Eek!

He was cute, with fluffy-curly hair and strong muscles! Nemuri would make him into the perfect respectful man for her nephew.

She skipped gingerly through the corridor of the boy’s home, aware of all the faces eyeing her chest. What nasty young boys. Did their mother never spank them? Hehe, funny parentless joke, Nemuri. Still got it.

She could hear the wary footsteps following her, and she obviously knew the boy was skeptical.

Izuku was just a kid. Anybody would be skeptical.

When they exited the building, Nemuri shivered. It was freezing, and Nemuri never really covered up.

The boy, however, seemed to relax. His shoulders lost the ever-growing tension, face contorting into calm.

He noticed Nemuri, and held out a sweater he had on previously. It was big on him, so it would probably fit her, but Nemuri had her pride.

“It’s okay, dear.” Nemuri hopped in the driver's seat of her pimped out Honda NSX. The car was purple all over and sparkly and GAHH!! It was ADORABLE!

Izuku hopped in the back seat, setting down a backpack with suspicious red stains on it.

They didn’t make small talk, instead, Nemuri played Ayesha Erotica on full blast. She saw how Izuku mouthed the words.

——

Izuku had awoken in an unfamiliar location. The room was luxurious, with an expensive bed with curtains. 

It also had so much more.

A huge tv on the wall, bigger than any tv Izuku had ever seen. A balcony with chairs 20 feet to his right. The room had nice marble floors, the walls a dark plum.

Other than that, it was bare.

Where was he- oh yeah. He had been adopted(basically kidnapped) by that eccentric woman.

He suddenly felt really sleepy in the car, and woke up in this room.

He sat up, finding an elegant dresser with odd clothes.

There was, of course, his gym clothes. And the rest of the clothes were…

Well, better that Izuku just list what was in each drawer.

In the shirt drawer, there was mesh tops, a random black baby tee that said ‘I fuck Emo’s’, and random flannels and vintage stuff from America.

The pants drawer was diverse, with similar baggy faded jeans, plum dress pants, and baggy jorts. There were also studded belts in a similar fashion to his own.

For socks, there was stocking and tights.

He had his own shoes and a pair of slip resistant boots.

When had Auntie Nemuri gone shopping?

Izuku changed into the ‘i fuck Emo’s’ shirt, aware of how it showed off his muscle. He pulled on a pair of faded baggy jeans, black widelegged ones.

He made his way around the huge room before finding a door, crested with silver.

It made no noise as Izuku opened it, wandering out in the open. Was the whole house that… expensive?

Yes. It was.

Auntie Nemuri was ordering a man in a suit around a kitchen filled with staff.

“Auntie Nemuri? Wh-“

“IZUKU!” She cheered happily, cutting him off to squeel.

“Hair time!” She shouted. Izuku had no idea what any of this meant until he was dragged away by two people, both men in female maid dresses.

“Wha-“

“Ignore the dresses. We are here to clean your hair.”

Nemuri followed like the traitor she was.

They actually had a whole station for hair in the house, Izuku found out as he was forced into a chair.

Nemuri watched as they washed his hair, occasionally pointing to a product.

What was going on? He was basically attacked with hygiene.

“Ms. Kayama. Can we cut it?” A maleservent asked.

“Make it cool like how the boys like it these days. Mullets. Shaggy hair— bangs— all of it!” She smiled, winking at a confused Izuku.

Izuku had found out a couple things.

Nemuri was rich,

Nemuri was smart,

Nemuri liked hair.

——

Nemuri was staring down her newest creation.

His fluffy black mullet had defined curls, bangs down to his eyes, and it curled around the base of his neck. His eyes were black, all black. She was head of the design team for hero costumes, she could imagine outfits for him already.

This boy would NOT be like Shou-bear.

The next step, feed Izuku.

She had been yelling at the kitchen staff like a sexy, Japanese Gordan Ramsey.

They had cooked up plenty of food, and she knew the boy hadn’t had most of it.

She latched her fingers on Izuku’s wrist, noticing how deathly cold the boy was. Quirk thing?

“You’re cold, Izuku!” She whispered as she dragged him to the dining parlor.

It was elegant, with black stone walls, silver accents, and her favorite color, plum!

“Yeah.. I’ve always run cold. Usually I slept in my friend's bed, he ran hot.” Izuku admitted to her.

“Ooooooohh, do tell,” Nemuri stopped in her tracks, turning around to face the small boy. This kid really was only 14, and short.

“Wh- no!” He got all flustered at the mention of his friend. Cute.

“It’s okay. We can gossip later, the chefs are amazing,” Nemuri smiled as she led him further into the parlor. They sat across from each other, each at the head of a table.

“Lady Kayama, your food.” An older man in a plum suit entered, leading an array of chefs.

Not as good as lunch rushes food. 

The man was Nemuri’s butler, Hoku. He didn’t have a family name, his background was shrouded in mystery.

Sexy.

The food was brought in, as Nemuri had demanded a taste of everything.

She still hadn’t told Izuku she was a hero. 

Oops!🙊 

Whatever.

She watched Izuku pick at his food.

——

Izuku looked down at the tray, feeling his empty stomach still not growl. He did not desire any food. Even after Toshi left, Izuku never fixed his eating habits.

It was so gross, the concept of eating.

But he felt the disappointment radiate off the chefs and Nemuri alike, so he ate something.

It was sushi, a safe choice.

Eel and Avocado, it was bland and went down easy. Maybe Nemuri wouldn’t hear Izuku throw up later.

Though, his caretakers smile was enough.

Izuku couldn’t find it in his heart to disappoint a woman, and Nemuri was so nice to him.

“So, Auntie, how did you get all the money for… this?” Izuku asked, gesturing to everything and nothing.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you. I’m Midnight, the R-rated Heroine!” Nemuri jumped up, hitting her signature pose.

Izuku was starstruck.

“What? Really? You're so cool!” Izuku fanboyed.

“Though a little weird to the kids..” Izuku followed up with a whisper.

“I know! I’m awesome!” She smiled, eyes lighting up. She really was kind.

“And all this plum, is it your favorite colour?” Izuku asked.

“Yeah! It goes so nice with my eyes.”

“You know, a pale blue would definitely look nice with your hair,” Izuku added.

“Oooh, we should incorporate that in my winter hero costume! Oh, yeah! Izuku,” Nemuri took a deep breath before continuing, “Are you gonna be a hero?” She asked kindly, not invasive like she had been.

Izuku took in the tense air, her question was whether or not he would want to be famous and in public like her.

“I would love to be a hero. But my quirk is objectively villainous. There’s no use for my quirk to be heroic other than horrifying the villains into paralysis.” Izuku spoke, his tone the same as always. He knew what he was capable of.

It wasn’t like Toshi, whose quirk could be marketed as something heroic. Izuku’s quirk was, at its roots, a villain’s quirk. He had never forgotten about his father, not for a second. And to make him look angelic was like a mask that didn’t fit.

“We- we can get you quirk training!” Nemuri frantically tried to comfort him.

“Auntie, you haven’t seen my quirk in action. Plus, transformation quirks are discriminated against. I know you work at UA, and putting me on live television isn’t a good idea.”

“We- we’ll have to see. I mean, we have a gym at UA! I’ll make you a recommendation student— and I’ll bring you to the gym tomorrow! Entrance exams haven’t even begun, so you’ll be fine!”

“I don’t want to scare you.” Izuku said, sullen.

“You won’t. I got you training clothes anyway, you’ll be able to get dressed in the morning. I’ll have the chauffeur drive us.”

“Bu-“

“Decided, my dear. Go to bed, Izuku.” She smiled, aware that Izuku would probably just stay on the balcony.

She couldn’t have this discussion.

——

Izuku sat on his balcony, taking the form of a giant bat. A black bat with many sets of eyes, sharp teeth, and the bat itself was 8 feet tall. In the light of day, it looked terrifying. But Izuku fit in as a creature of the night.

Like always, corvids croaked their sweet call surrounding Izuku’s general location.

The air grew colder around him, as if Izuku was the veil between life and death, the one who guarded each realm.

Whispers hidden by the wind trailed around the boy, echoing songs of sorrow and rebirth.

Rebellious spirits clawed at the young man, begging him to let them through to the realm of light, earth.

For Izuku, all he felt was cold.

They say the boy ran cold as a corpse. 

This was because nobody could see how the spirits tacked onto him.

Well, people with spirit related quirks, crow related quirks, and death related quirks could see them.

Izuku, with all these things, was gifted oblivion only due to his eyes. They saw only what a normal person might be.

Because before his father, Izuku was a registered quirkless.

No quirk factor. And nobody else knew.

Except for Echo, Izuku’s favorite crow. And Echo would not tell a soul, even the dead ones surrounding his master.

——

Izuku was at peace, his body and mind growing colder as he stood outside.

His body took form as his usual bat, gruesome but it brought him peace of mind.

A cold wind overtook Izuku, like always. It sometimes felt like Izuku harbored the dead.

At his side was a crow, Echo.

Echo was a sweet thing, and Izuku often fed him what little food he had even when Toshi was around.

Echo was reserved, and ready to fly at any moment. He was as jumpy as Izuku, but they both felt peace together, alone, and at the mercy of desire for cold.

He pondered the offer.

UA? Izuku had always wanted to go. To be famous, to be rich and smart.

Honestly, Nemuri was a role model. 

She was young, a kind motherly figure, attractive, rich, smart and strong.

She could defeat any villain, and she was amazingly capable. 

But Izuku did not envy her.

She was sexualized, by herself and her fanbase. She was depicted as sultry and rude and arrogant, seen as nothing but a hot body.

But she was kind and capable, and Izuku could see why she hid her identity at first.

Maybe, being her son would be a little bit better than being another boy in that Boy’s Home.

Sighing, Izuku returned to his true form.

He sent Echo off with a cracker, walking inside and closing the sliding door behind him.

He took off his shirt, slapping it into a laundry hamper. Usually, he would wear the same shirt 3 times a week. Though Nemuri probably wouldn’t allow that.

He lazily walked over to his dresser, setting out his compression shirt and sweat pants. Those were his usual gym clothes.

He still hadn’t washed his backpack, but he knew Nemuri had picked up the blood on it.

He knew Nemuri had picked up on his split lip, on his tiny flinches when he was getting his hair done.

He sighed again like the angsty teenager he was, plopping down on his bed, still in jeans.

The explosion shaped scars were still on Izuku’s back, and he knew they were plenty visible. But he was so tired, that all he could do was hope nobody would enter before he would eventually awaken.

He fell asleep.

——

It was a foggy summer morning, the sun not peeking through the grey clouds that shrouded the streets in a dark aura.

Fog rose from the ground, it being early and warm.

Izuku woke up on his front, like how he had fallen asleep, and was glad nobody had seen the scars.

Bakugo was violent.

And what would Izuku do about school?!—

Oh yeah, school had ended and summer started.

His mind calmed, making Izuku momentarily warm. It went away in a moment's notice.

He stood up from his too fluffy mattress, pulling his old jeans off and replacing them with grey sweatpants.

He tugged on the compression shirt, the sleeveless black one. He kinda felt like that character from Jujutsu Kaisen— the one that abandoned his kid. Toji, was it?

Izuku wore his new converse with the old outfit.

When had Nemuri gone clothes shopping for him? It had only been 2 days and they were there on the first day.

He exited his room, aware of how the younger female and male maids and staff looked at him. Too bad, Izuku had his sights set on an amazing boy already.

He walked the busy corridors, nodding to the staff as they gave him directions.

When he finally found the bottom floor, Nemuri was waiting with that same butler from the night before.

“Hey, auntie!” Izuku waved, catching her attention.

Her face lit up when she saw Izuku.

They hopped in the car, Nemuri requesting that the butler(who apparently doubled as a chauffeur) play Ayesha Erotica.

“It’s like in that movie White Chicks. ‘How did you know I like this song?’ Is lowkey the vibe.” Izuku said, sitting crisscrossed on the car seat.

“You like Ayesha?!” She said.

“I can be just as girlboss as you, I just look better in black.” Izuku huffed, not angrily though.

“Oh no, dear. You look stunning in a dark green, I can just imagine it.”

Wow, Nemuri was spot on. She didn’t even know Izuku had dark green hair before he dyed it!

“Please, black and dark red is my style.”

“But you're so pale, warm colors make it worse!”

“Maybe we could try purple then,” Izuku theorized.

Wow, theorized? About fashion? This house was changing him.

“PLUM!” Nemuri called out like she had discovered the cure to cancer.

They were at UA before they knew it.

——

Who was that scrawny kid talking fashion with Kayama? She seemed to enjoy their fashion talk, maybe she had found a kindred spirit.

But she wasn’t hitting on the kid?

Maybe it was her nephew or something.

Ectoplasm didn’t know, but at least she wasn’t trying to romance him anymore.

——

“Okay Izuku! Use your quirk! Try to make it appealing, though!” Nemuri shouted. She was in the gym, and Izuku had her stand far away.

Izuku felt really cold during his transformations, which was scary because he was always so cold.

Nemuri must have realized the reason because even 20 feet away, she was shivering.

Izuku had transformed , the sensation familiar.

Arms mangled into 3 sets of wings, 6 wings in total. His arms and legs grew long and feathered, until he felt them contort. His face tore and in place of his human body was an enormous white and pale green dragon.

         “Woah!” Nemuri cheered from across the gym to Izuku, who flapped his wings and flew into the air. 

The gym was huge like a football stadium, and Izuku was as big as the average house. Not Nemuris, god no.

“Great, Izuku! Now do your most scariest!” She cheered.

Izuku went back into his usual form for only a brief moment, before contorting into something demonic.

His arms and legs grew far too long, neck contorting and looking broken.

Mangled like a dead man was Izuku’s upper body, a hole where his heart should have been, blood spurting all over. 

His new arms bent wrong as he bent the wrong way, head twisting on his 4 foot neck.

Nemuri passed out.

She either passed out from the cold air, or the sight of her son seemingly bleeding out. It was an illusion, the blood.

The scream had drawn the attention of a passing teacher checking the grounds.

Ectoplasm was on security while HoundDog was away.

Izuku didn’t change back, instead taking large strides in his horrifying body to stand over Nemuri.

He grew his fingers, reaching out to grab her.

“Put her down, fiend!” Shouted a crackling male voice from the other side of the gym.

No, Izuku wasn’t going to put his mother— guardian down. He was going to take her to the nurse.

Izuku recognized the hero Ectoplasm.

“I said put her down!” Ectoplasm began spawning clones, which charged Izuku’s body. No match for him, he simply kicked the clones away. They weren't even as big as a third of Izuku.

Ectoplasm seemed a little scared, looking at Izuku and seeing all the blood. Honestly, the hero probably didn’t know that Izuku was her son.

He only saw a disgusting, demonic creature that was refusing to comply with the heroes.

Wow, this whole situation had gotten out of hand.

*bang!* a shot sound was heard. Must’ve been backup for the heroes.

Snipe, was it? Izuku pondered as he felt a bullet lodge itself into his shoulder.

In this form, Izuku didn’t have a heart or arteries.

Lungs, he did have.

*bang!* another shot cracked. The abdomen.

Izuku had already set Nemuri down on the other side of the gym, to keep her away from the gunfire. His mother guardian was perfectly capable, but she was unconscious and unable to dodge a bullet.

Izuku felt himself go unconscious without transforming back. He would begin to bleed out, because those shots were aimed to kill.

——

“-nipe! You aimed those shots to kill! The little boy! For what, protecting his mother?!” Izuku awoke to hear a shout. Nemuri, it sounded like.

“Bro…. My shoulder kinda hurts…” Izuku murmured, looking down at his normal body.

“Izuku! Do not call me bro! I am your guardian!” Nemuri fretted.

“Your shoulder hurts because my stupid cunt of a-“

“Don’t say that, he doesn’t serve.”

“Coworker,” Nemuri continued, ignoring Izuku’s comment.

“Shot you. Apologize, Snipe!” Nemuri smacked him over the head.

“No.. I look weird, I get it… it’s a quirk thing..” Izuku murmured, yawning as he sat up.

“Why am I so tired?” Izuku asked.

“It takes a lot of energy to heal shot wounds, young man.” someone's grandmother said.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Snipe shot you.

“What if it were a random villain?! I mean, Nemuri passed out after looking at him.” Snipe defended.

“I passed out because it was so cold!”

“Oh, yeah. Young Man, why is your body so cold?” Recovery Girl asked over the yelling, which was still going on.

“Long term hypothermia effects—“ Izuku said when he was cut off.

“And don’t think I forgot about you, Ailana. Did you just say I didn’t serve cunt?!” Snipe said, looking thoroughly offended.

“Well, yo-“

“I am here! To say, WHAT THE FUCK.”

Chapter Text

Izuku was scared, for the first time in a while, because his analysis couldn’t predict Toshinori Yagi.

“I am here! TO SAY WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Language!” All the people in the room stopped arguing so they could scream at him.

All Might seemed to cower at their yells, but did not lose the unwavering attitude that made him number 1.

“Why is there an unknown child in the healing wing! And why did Snipe shoot him!” All Might asked, obviously concerned and confused. Like a golden retriever just wanting to be included.

Well, at least Izuku knew All Might didn’t recognize him. 

Back then, Izuku was small and chubby, with fluffy green locks instead of curly black hair. Izuku had tanned skin and plenty of freckles, all of which except one had faded.

Izuku had only one all black eye, the effect of his new quirk being forced upon him.

“I’m Izuku. Nemuri is my guardian and Snipe thought I was a villain.” Izuku said, shrinking in All Might's presence. He had memories of the man chasing his father with half his stomach missing.

Izuku eyed where the hole would be, if the man ever showed it.

“Oh. Well hello, young Izuku!” All Might greeted, bending down with a hand ready to shake.

Nobody except All Might missed Izuku’s flinch.

He shook All Might's hand.

Everybody in unison thought; Toshinori is cluelessly trying.

——

Hitoshi was told he had to be social? He was never social. Hitoshi read, he scrolled on his phone, he went on nightly walks like he and Izuku used to do.

Apparently, a bunch of heroes were making their kids be friends because they all had a social issue.

Endeavor's son, Ingenium’s kid brother, and Midnight and Ms. Joke’s son. 

Hitoshi never knew Auntie Nem had kids, just that her and Auntie Emi wanted them.

Well, all the kids were meeting for one awkward dinner at a noodle place at 7. Who knows, maybe they’d get into UA.

——

Shouto flinched as his sperm donor entered the room. He was ready for balled fists and shouts and slammed doors, but instead got nothing.

“Shouto.” His dad began, not screaming or raising his voice.

“You are going to a dinner with the children of the following pro heroes,

Ingenium‘s younger brother. Eraserhead and Present Mic’s son. And lastly, Midnight and Ms. Joke’s son.” Endeavor finished.

“And you’re not throwing a fit about the gay couples?” Shouto asked, suddenly confused.

“I’m a bad father, not a terrible human.” Debatable and unbelievable.

——

“Yo! Nerdddddd!” Shouted his informal brother.

Seriously, a pro hero! He needed some etiquette. Tenya felt like he was parenting his own brother from time to time!

“Yes, Tensei?” Tenya replied, hoping to keep some semblance of normalcy for the conversation.

“Down to hang with some kids your age?” He yelled from the kitchen, pans clanging. Why mother ever let Tensei cook, Tenya would never know.

“When?” He asked, hoping for at least a time.

“Hour!” He shouted.

Goodness gracious on a stick.

——

Izuku was confused? Why did Nemuri want him to be social?

None of those kids would be able to talk freely. Endeavor’s kid? The stuckup one? They would be socially stunted.

Hitoshi was there, and that was pretty much the only reason he was going to go.

7 was when the night was young, and Nemuri had made all the teenagers some fake ID’s.

Yes, Izuku was going to sneak them out.

He was in his room, pondering what to wear.

Nemuri had taught Izuku the principles of fashion, and now, Izuku was basically on her level.

The mesh top would expose Izuku’s chest, but Izuku was stronger now. Maybe gaudy or tacky, but that was the top.

Bell bottom plum jeans? Perfecto.

Black military boots? Wonderful.

He finished the look with some chains, and let the male servants in dresses fix his curls.

“Darling! You look exquisite!” Nemuri had cried, holding onto Emi with pride.

“Yeah! Haha, I could almost fall for you if I were straight and your age!” Emi said, before falling over with laughter. Turns out, her hero persona wasn’t any different than her personality.

“Thanks, Mothers! I’ll be out now, and I’ll put those ID’s to good use!” Izuku smiled as he left the house, a real smile. Cheers were heard inside as he closed the door.

“Hey, Hoku. Did Mother give you the location?” Izuku asked the butler/chauffeur/house manager.

“Yes, young master Izuku.” Hoku said diligently, holding the door open.

They set out on a journey.

——

Tenya was shocked! His clothes were dirty! Has Tensei not cleaned them?

Honestly, that boy. He was so smart, and kind, but he was an airhead.

Tenya sifted through his remaining clean clothes, pulling out a dress shirt and black slacks. He finished it off with his usual black leather boots and a watch, setting out.

——

Shouto had gone shopping, with his father’s credit card.

He had picked up a black leather jacket, along with a band shirt for a band he listened too on HeroMusic.

‘Dead Kennedy’s’, was it?

The shirt was nice and it fit tightly.

For pants,baggy blue jeans were fine. He wore his usual beat up converse.

——

Hitoshi left the house in his plain clothes.

Baggy blue jean shorts down to his knees.

A wifebeater.

A black hoodie.

And of course, his beloved eyeliner, he smudged it, looking like Rodrick Heffley.

He opted to walk.

——

Tenya knew the reservation was under Ailana, the name of one of the boys.

When he arrived, he asked for Ailana, and the hostess gave him an odd look. What was that about? A son of a hero should be-

WAS HE A STRIPPER?!

“Ailana! Are you an— an—“ Tenya cut himself off a few times before sitting down and whispering, “An exotic dancer?!”

The scandalously dressed boy laughed a little, throwing his head back. His black curls bounced a little as he regained composure.

“No, dear Tenya. I’m dressed for the club,” Ailana said quietly, still cheeky.

Tenya clutched his pearls, a look of ridiculing shock coming over his face.

“You, as I, are not of clubbing age!” Tenya said, at a loss for words.

“Silly! I brought fake ID’s for us all!” Ailana cheered.

“Call me Izuku, darling.”

——

Izuku had definitely turned into a mini Nemuri and Ms. Joke.

——

“Izuku!”Hitoshi cheered as he walked up to the table.

“Toshi!” Izuku cheered back. 

Hitoshi noticed a boy at the table, looking down at a fake ID, obviously concerned.

“You look so healthy! Have you been eating? Sleeping?” Hitoshi asked, noting Izuku’s strong muscles under his shirt.

“Man, Izuku! You could be a model!” He smiled.

——

Shoto had arrived on foot to the expensive restaurant.

He walked over to the herd of teenage boys, noting the handsome blue haired, stocky one and the fashion model with curly black hair.

“Hello.” Shoto greeted before sitting down, too close to the cute blue haired boy.

“Hello! My name is Tenya, the youngest son of the Iida hero family!” The boy greeted.

“I’m Shoto. Endeavors kid.”

“Ooh! Introductions! I’m Izuku, son of Midnight and Ms. Joke!” A black haired fashion model cheered, plopping down into the booth across from them.

“Shinsou Hitoshi. Son of Present Mic and Eraserhead, an undercover hero. He’s away in Russia right now.”

“Well! Now, how about we go clubbing?”

——

Shoto was a lightweight, knocked out on Tenya’s shoulder after the first round of shots.

Hitoshi was totally drunk, laughing at Izuku’s ID. It just said McLovin as the name.

Izuku was the most drunk, dancing to Rasputin on the top of the bar, a circle of grown drunk men cheering as he busted the moves perfectly while drunk out of his mind.

Every time he did a perfect dance move, people took a swig and tossed money at him.

Hitoshi, while laughing at the ID, was getting Izuku on video from the best angle.

“Izuku! Izuku! Izuku!” The men cheered, chugging every three cheers.

Izuku was double wielding two Smirnoff straight vodka’s, taking swigs.

Disco lights were flashing, the club alight with cheers and good vibes.

Izuku, by the end of the night, was so drunk he needed to be carried out by Tenya. His hair was covered in vodka from people tossing cups over his head.

They decided to have a sleepover.

Tenya was horrified.

——

Hitoshi had sent the video to his papa, and Hizashi was laughing like crazy over it.

In the video, it was most of the time panned on Izuku and the drunk middle aged men. But occasionally panned to a mortified Tenya, laughing Hitoshi who was drunk as balls, and a sleeping Shoto.

Hizashi had the bright Idea to send the video to a group chat with far too many heroes.

Hawks

Mirko

Eraserhead

Present Mic

PowerLoader

Vlad King

Nedzu

Midnight

Ms. Joke

Best Jeanist

Manual

Edgeshot.

Midnight:MY BOY MAKES HIS MAMA PROUD!

Hawks:Who on earth are those kids? They look 5, honsetly mood

Mirko: I like the one on the table, looks like a model or a stripper. So tuff icl

Vlad King:What is ‘tuff’ or ‘icl’?

Ms. Joke:old ahh man💔🙏🏼

Eraserhead:how did my son get drunk and why is your son's Id saying McLovin💔💔🙏🏼✌️

Midnight:ERASER?!

Eraserhead:my students keep me updated gng

Mirko:ARENT YOU FORTY

Eraserhead:and didn’t you have a bbl?

Eraserhead:Midnight, why would you let Izuku get hammered

Midnight:for the plot. Kid does it for the love of the game honestly. Hitoshi’s ID said ‘Chappel Roan’ like the music artist, guess he never noticed

Mirko:gagged🥹✌️

Hawks:your own fault honest to god twin🥹✌️

Mirko:twink** like you