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“Hold still now, dearie.” Recovery Girl lips pucker up before elongating from her face and smearing them against an angry blonde’s scuffed cheek.

“NO! I already told ya, I’m fine!!” Katsuki Bakugou howls in disgust even as his scrapes and bruises begin to vanish.

Eijiro Kirishima rushes in and latches himself to Bakugou, just in case he decides to get violent.  “Come on, Bakugou! She don’t bite.”

“Yes she do!!”

Seated on a nearby cot, Shoto Todoroki watches as Bakugou finally pries himself free. “Maybe get him under a cat-scan. He might have a concussion.”

“Shut your mouth, Todoroki.”

Kirishima gasps in horror. “He’s losing it!! He just used Todoroki’s real name!!”

A few chuckles and a few concerned gasps echo across the vastness of the Plus Ultra’s hangar. Spread across the wide, open space are rows of cots and crates of which everyone is either using as beds, chairs, or tables. Not exactly state of the art but with the chaos over with, everyone just naturally reconvened down here with a ray shield acting as a wide open window for them all to stare out into the stars whenever they want to.

Although not everyone is here to enjoy the sights, the more critically injured like All Might, Gran Torino, and Eraserhead were all carted away to the actual infirmary. Recovery Girl actually just came from there just to make sure everyone else was patching themselves up correctly.

Izuku Midoriya sits back against his cot and watches as everyone shuffles around the hangar, checking in on each other and having various conversations.

Anan Kurose A.K.A. Thirteen has their helmet off along with their torn up costume leaving them in their zero-suit. With their injuries already patched up they are in deep conversation with an overly excited Mina Ashido and an inquisitive Momo Yaoyorozu.

At the other end of the hangar, Tetrax Shard is seemingly being interrogated by Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi and the pro hero Snipe. It sounds like someone let it slip that he was there at the U.S.J. attack. Hopefully nobody mentioned that he traded blows with Todoroki and Uraraka. But it seems Tetrax is not exactly forthcoming.

Unlike Tenya Iida who seems to be spilling his guts, explaining every detail from their bad decision to hunt down the Nomu Factory to being led into Plumber Base. Principal Nezu and Midnight listen closely, adding in their opinions from time to time but ultimately expressing their pride in the Class Rep and his friends.

Meanwhile the rest of the Plumber agents and pro heroes are in their little groups either resting or chatting away.

“It sure is something. Isn’t it?”

Izuku nods, leaning back and turning ever so slightly towards his neighbor. Ochaco Uraraka is seated on the next cot over. She ditched the helmet, letting her hair run down and free with bandages wrapped around almost every part of her limbs, waist, and head. Cosmo leans against her leg, refusing to leave her side with her head snuggled into Ochaco’s lap in order to keep her warm.

Ochaco combs her fingers through the dog’s softs fur. “How are you…taking all this?”

Looking out, Izuku listens as Power Loader excitedly interviews Blukic and Driba as they both work on an ungrateful Kraab and Chopper. “It doesn’t feel real.”

“They’ve peeked behind the curtain.”

“And they can’t unsee what they found on the other side.” It sounds almost ominous when he says it like that.

And she must think so too. She even feels guilty because it was her that raised said curtain. But at the time, it felt like the right thing to do. Only time will tell if it was.

She shifts in her seat when the sound of paper crunching in her pocket catches her attention. Reaching down she pulls out the very wrinkled but still legible letter, one that she promised young Kota that she would deliver. Perhaps she can finally see it through.

“Was it the right call?”

She hesitates at his question, and she becomes unsure of how to answer or to proceed when a third person voices his opinion.

“I’d say so.”

Slowly twisting himself around, Izuku offers a soft smile at their eavesdropper. “Hey, Dad.”

With a beaming grin, Hisashi brings his boy in for a hug, not caring if it does stimulate his own injuries and broken ribs. “My boy. I was so worried.”

“S-sorry about that.”

“No, I’m sorry. If I had just gotten to you sooner…none of this would have happened.”

“Hey, Dad. Sorry, but I’m kinda tired of the whole blaming ourselves thing.” Especially after everything, he’s just so exhausted from it all. “Can’t we just say it was the villains’ fault?”

Hisashi chuckles, not mockingly, but in genuine relief. “Sure.”

A few people approach, hesitantly, afraid that they might be encroaching on a private family moment.

But Izuku is happy to see his friends and classmates gathered around looking just as relieved and anxious as he feels. “Hey…”

“Hey…” Iida is the first to offer up any form of a response.

“So, um, I guess I should thank you all for…everything.” It’s an awkward exchange between them all, especially for Izuku who’s uncertain how to proceed or to even start. “Look I can’t even put into words how grateful and happy I am. You guys went beyond the line to help and I’m not sure if I can ever really make it up to you all for it. And-”

“Listen, man.” Kirishima interrupts rather gently. “You don’t owe us anything.”

Shoto affirms his classmate’s statement. “We chose to do this of our own volition.”

“And besides you would have done the same for us.” A smile crosses Iida’s face as he begins to reminisce. “You have done the same.”

“Thanks guys.” Izuku truly means that. He does. He just…can’t bring himself to say it into words. Honestly, there might not be any words that can truly describe how grateful and touched he truly is. “And I have to say you guys have been taking this extremely well. I mean the moment I found out about all this I had a ton of questions. Talk about overwhelming. But you guys just seem…whelmed.” 

“Oh, we’re anything but whelmed.” Iida admits and it seems all the tension he’s been building up finally snaps, exploding out all at once! “WE’VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH AN ALIEN SHAPESHIFTER THIS WHOLE TIME!?!”

Momo claps her hands together in excitement. “I have so many inquiries!! How does the Omnitrix work exactly? Where did it come from? How come it changed forms? Can it change back?”

“How many aliens can you transform into?” asks a grinning Kirishima. “Which is the strongest?! Have you been to other planets?! What’s the weirdest and grossest planet you’ve ever been to?!”

Iida gently grips Izuku's arm in order to properly examine the watch. “Does the rule of mass and matter play a factor into what you can and cannot transform into?

“Have you been to other planets?” inquires Shoto. “Is the Goldie Locks theory true then or can life sprout from conditions? Also, I’ve been meaning to ask but when you become an alien do you undergo a sort of personality disorder or change?”

“Did you see us in action? Did we look cool?!” Mina gloats. “Also, can I keep your hoverboard? It’s so rad!!”

As the others gather around and continue to talk Izuku’s ear off, Bakugou hangs back on his cot, quietly listening with a hardened expression.

The adults watch on as the children let out cries of laughter as Cosmo excitedly hops between them, her tail slapping their legs as they try to pet her. More and more laughter soon enters the conversation as they playfully ask more questions about the Omnitrix, aliens, and the more.

“Aw, now ain’t that a sight?” Present Mic may wipe a fake tear from his eye, but he truly is touched by the scene. “It’s exactly why we do what we do.”

“Speaking of which, what do we do now?” Midnight peers down at their bear-dog-mouse of a boss. “Sir, we’ve put off our…concerns up till now for the sake of this mission. But I think it’s time we’re given some real answers.”

“And to discuss…what happens next.” Present Mic doesn’t make an attempt to hide his inquiring look over at Thirteen and Cinder who both nervously shrink back.

“What happens next…indeed. Your words are true, there is much indeed we need to discuss in length.” Principal Nezu takes a moment to think, to process such a question. “But right now our bodies are tired, our spirits are enervated, and our minds overwhelmed. Let us rest for tonight, have yourselves some nice meals, sleep in our own beds, and return to the familiarity of U.A. There will be no mandated time for arrival or when we begin, we will discuss when you are rested and ready.” And with a curt nod he finalizes the plan.

“And the kids…?” Snipe asks with a tip of his hat. 

“I’ll see them home.” Cinder, or rather Hisashi Midoriya promises. “I mean, I don’t think they’ll want to split up quite yet after just being reunited.” And neither does he.

And it seems to be that everyone else feels the same since none give any arguments.

And besides he can bus them around in the Rustbucket, a down-to-earth vehicle would be much appreciated after an out of this world adventure.

^Attention passengers. Attention everyone!^ One-One, specifically his Glad-One side,  calls them all through the ship’s intercoms and announces their landing. ^We are now beginning our descent through Earth’s atmosphere. So, please, hold on to your friends or at least something solid! Hahaha!^

^If not,^ the Sad-One persona interrupts, ^then good luck dealing with the vacuum of space.^

Despite that grim possibility, nobody can be bothered to be brought down by them. After facing out of this world threats, it doesn’t really seem like anything else can phase them. They’ve braved the storm and survived and now they all get to enjoy a vast ocean of twinkling stars and hopes.

And so they gather together, leaning on each other, tired yet filled with renewed peace as they peer down at their home’s blue beautiful oceans, lush greens and colors of earth as the moon shines over them amongst the stars.

And with a hand on his son’s shoulder, the father smiles thinking to himself that all is right. “Let’s go home.”

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[PLAY: Billy Joel - You're My Home (Audio) ]

The roads are empty, dark, and quiet. For anyone else they'd be a sign to stay away and to hide. It’s a lonely site. It’s a sight of despair after what’s occurred just a few short days ago and yet for a single group of people, they couldn’t be happier or more at peace.

With warm amber lights to guide their way across the quiet humble roads, the Rustbucket glides gently through Japan’s cities with a light rum of its engine. Like a lullaby it brings a peaceful rest to those inside. And at peace they are, sitting in silence they watch as the sleeping city passes by through the windows their heads leaned against the glass and the leather of the seats.

Bussing through Japan until they reach every single one of their homes.

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Everyone is hugged and waved goodbye, Momo Yaoyorozu leaves with her fingers entwined and with a bow before strolling up her mansion’s long driveway. Her father, Hiroshi Yaoyorozu, graciously but sincerely waves to her from his balcony.

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Tenya Iida’s family manor is large yet reserved, perfectly in theme with the Iida family. Speaking of which, his mother and dear brother, Tensei Iida, are joyfully awaiting his arrival with open arms and massive smiles.

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Speaking of embraces, Eijiro Kirishima is enveloped in a bone crushing hug between his two muscle bound and homely mothers.

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Mina Ashido’s home is just as lively. Her Papa swings her around in his arms making them both a blur of spinning bubble gum as her mother, the beautiful and ethereal Eirene smiles on, enjoying the scene before her with a joyful blush. All the while the family’s fluffball of a Pomeranian, Osushi, yaps happily away while darting between his family’s legs.

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The Todoroki minka is, as expected, less joyful and celebratory. But Shoto Todoroki doesn’t seem to mind the peace and quiet. But even so, a part of him wishes he could have stayed in that RV a little longer…

But to his surprise he turns back to his home; he's both shocked yet secretly delighted to see his older sister, Fuyumi, greeting him. Stepping aside she waves him in as the fragrance of freshly made soba wafts out into the cool night air.

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Ochaco’s careful when she gives her goodbye hug, making sure not to hurt Deku. Before giving Bakugou a polite nod and a salute to which he brushes off, yet he fails to hide his smile. With her goodbyes said she makes her way up to her family’s apartment with a cheerful Cosmo in toe.

As she reaches her door she looks back to see the Midoriyas and Bakugou politely waiting for her to enter.

Knowing that they won’t go home until she’s safe and sound, Ochaco opens her door and is immediately jumped by her family. Her parents are in tears of joy as they embrace her and immediately barrage her with inquiries and concerns.

She’s happy to see them too, and she just can’t help but tear up too along with them. All the while the Space Dog sits quietly, her tail sweeping the floor happily, as she watches her new family reunite.

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Last but not least is the Midoriya household itself. After parking the RV beside Mr. Baumann’s beloved muscle car, the odd trio make their way up the open staircase until they reach the Midoriya apartment.

Hisashi never leaves his son’s side, he keeps a hand on his shoulder and holds him close as he knocks on the door.

Katsuki Bakugou hangs back, leaning on the railing, expecting Auntie Inko to burst out with tears splashing everywhere. But instead, it’s his own mother that opens the door. It appears she was ready to scold away some pesky intruder but her gaze softens and turns to elation when she sees her son and surrogate nephew at the door.

Stepping aside she hurries them in towards the living room. But as her son passes she stops him with a hand on his shoulder and a proud smile on her face. A smile that only grows when her son doesn’t swat her hand away.

Hisashi leads Izuku inside, not that he has to, the boy is in just as much of a hurry as he is. But the moment they walk in, his mother, dear sweet Inko, shoots up from her seat, sending the piles of tissues falling onto the tear-stained floor.

Izuku doesn’t wait, he rushes to his mother and they both embrace with those Midoriya tears spraying across the room. Swaying side to side they hold each other as she kisses his cheek and rustles his hair, while he takes in her warmth and comfort.

Hisashi tries to stay back, letting this be their moment, but he’s shoved from behind and forced to join. Looking back, he smiles down at the little droid that was too stubborn to stay in the RV.

Chopper beeps and whistles in delight.

Masaru Bakugou joins his wife and son in the hallway where they silently witness this family’s long-awaited reunion. They themselves hold each hold onto one of their son’s shoulders and squeeze in comfort to which he leans back in, accepting their own reunion.

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Thirteen’s tired, drained, and more importantly starving. That’s how they’ve found themselves at their favorite Ramen Shop. A little hole in the wall, its homey, quiet, and warm, the perfect hide away from all the chaos they just endured.

So for the rest of the night, they’re just Anan Kurose; there’s no suit, no Plumber badge, nothing to indicate their importance. Right now, they're just a lone commuter looking for a warm broth and some delicious noodles.

After sitting down and ordering, the noodle master drops not one but 7 other bowls beside them. Kurose’s confused at first until her senpai sits down in the neighboring seat.

Nemuri Kayama offers her a warm smile as does Hizashi Yamada, Sekijiro Kan, Ken Ishiyama, and the other teachers.

Kurose welcomes their company and together they all gather around for a hard-earned meal.

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Meanwhile, Recovery Girl sits at her nurse’s desk at U.A. drinking herbal tea as her patients rest in the beds nearby. But not one of them is at rest, at peace yes, but resting far from it. Instead Toshinori Yagi is sitting up, bandages around his stump of an arm as his mentor Sorahiko Torinoi sits at the end of the bed. Together the two exchange no words as they look on up through the medical room’s massive windows and up towards the stars. Laying in the bed across from them, Shota Aizawa does the same.

In fact, the only one that seems to be able to rest at all is Kraab who’s been perched on the nearest cabinet for a few hours now.

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They’re not the only ones curious about the stars. Momo sits in her family library with her elbow on the window ledge and her chin resting on her hand.

A book of astronomy sits open on her lap while an old dusty file she borrowed from her father’s office sits on the coffee table beside her. The file has a faded label that she can just barely read out but she’s certain the letters are as follows: J, A, X, and A. But what has her in such deep contemplation is the photo she dug out from the thick folder, the photo of a little chimp and a much younger raven-haired girl.

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Tenya sits at his family table, expressing his joy and relief at being home. But even more so he divulges his friend’s own safe return home. And although he cannot share the exact details of what he knows his family, especially his brother, couldn't be happier or prouder of the responsible and caring man their youngest is turning into before their very eyes.

As they talk, Tenya does inquire his brother of his opinion about adding a new addition to the Ingenium arsenal.

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Mina, however, doesn’t have that issue; she can tell her folks all about what happened. And she does; she makes a whole show of it, embellishing a few things here and there to make her friends and teachers seem cooler than they already are. She even has her little Pomeranian stand in for the bad guys, And to the little guy’s credit he tries his best to be menacing. But he’s too cute for that~.

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They’re not the only ones enjoying a fluffy family member, the Urarakas are more than happy to accept the new puppy their daughter brought home. They’re so delighted by Cosmo’s antics and expressions they don’t even question out loud the odd little space outfit she’s wearing. It’s just that adorable~!

As her parents spoil their new baby, Ochaco leans back and thinks. Digging through her pocket she caresses the letter she has yet to deliver. But with an easy smile she knows for a fact she’ll get her chance very very soon.

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But right now this night is about them, it’s about their families reuniting. One family in particular doesn't even bring up the events of the last few days. They push them aside in favor of enjoying the moment, of reveling in the peace and unity they have now in this moment. Tonight is about celebration and about each other. There’ll be more time to talk all about that tomorrow.

[*Record Scratch!!* - END SONG]

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[“Let’s talk, people!”] The announcer with the populous air about him sits tall behind his desk. His suit is clean and freshly pressed and his red tie pops over his blue suit as Will Harangue makes himself known to the world. [“Welcome back to New Harangue Nation Broadcasting Service. Now since we were last on the air we were able to confirm that due to an off the books operation that consisted of a joint effort between U.A.’s own pro heroes and a legion of underground heroes that they were able to resolve the kidnapping of All Might and his student. Thanks to the reports provided by the illustrious Principal Nezu of U.A. High School we can firmly state that All Might is now safe and sound, and now recovering in an undisclosed location for obvious reasons. And I think I speak for everyone when I say that all our hearts and prayers go out to All Might for his full and speedy recovery.”]

“For sure…” Ochaco is curled up on her parent’s couch and watching TV, specifically the news, and although the small TV barely provides a focused picture it's enough for her to see the little displays popping over Will Harangue’s shoulder. “I haven’t heard anything from him yet. So, I hope he’s okay.” Ochaco holds her phone close, waiting for said message.

Her phone buzzes but it’s not from her mentor, instead it’s a text from Mina.

[Watching the news]

[🐭 works fast!]

                                                                                    [Sure does]

[Any ideas on how he explained it all?]

[🤷‍♀️]

Well then again anything that doesn’t involve implosions, decapitations, or explosions would certainly be an upgrade compared to what they all had to deal with.

Sensing her unrest, Cosmos leans her head over the foot of the couch, and offers a sympathetic look as she nestles her head into Ochaco’s lap.

Appreciating the warmth of her fur and breath, Ochaco scratches her behind the ear and uses her free hand to respond to Mina’s text.

[He prob came up with something cool]

[Oh, hey]

            [Might want to check the class group text]

            [We got some fires to put out🔥🧯]

Suddenly growing nervous, Ochaco quickly swipes over to the Class A group text or at least that’s it's unofficial name since they gave all managing power of this group chat to Mina. An idea they’re regretting by now.

Swiping over to the chat labeled as TEENAGE MUTANT SUPER HEROES, Ochaco’s phone suddenly floods with alerts and messages. She hurriedly scrolls through them and quickly gets the gist that everyone is watching the same program as she is. And that they’re all asking for details on Deku.

Pikachu: [Yo! Is this true?! Midoriyas back?!]

Beats: [i guess so anyone hear anything]

Doc Oc: [no. class rep. have u been told anything?]

President Responsibility: [I have been given some details. Although I cannot disclose much, I 

         have it on good authority that Izuku Midoriya made it home safe and

         sound.]

Not Him: [Phew. I was worried there 😌]

Keroppi: [We all were I’m glad to hear he’s alright 🐸]

Emo Phase: [Yes but what of his mental state? He was plunged into the abyss so surly it left an

          effect on him]

SpoderMan: [Guys Midoriya is part of this group chat]

         [Y not ask him?]

Puppet Master: [Ill do it.]

                         [@Broccoli Boy, we’re happy to hear that your home. How are you hanging in        

    there? Do you need anything?]

Not Him: [DON”T ANSWER HIM MIDORIYA!!! U’LL B BRAINWASHED!!! 😱😱😱]

Puppet Master: [@Not Him, FU u purple smurf!!]

Upper Management: [Shinso, please. We agreed to no profanity here.]

Puppet Master: [Really]

Guy Fieri: [@Broccoli Boy, do u like 🎂? whats ur fav? ill make it]

Bedazzler: [Not cake, he needs finer cuisine than that!]

Kung Fu Fighting: [How about some rice balls?]

Hide N Seek: [what a normal answer…]

Kung Fu Fighting: [😔]

The Rock: [@Broccoli Boy, How about some chili fries? I know you love that! 💪]

Animal Crossing: [How about I bring Dr. Colosso over 🐇 You can pet him]

Koji Koda sends a pic this time it’s of a fluffy white with gleaming red eyes glaring at the camera.

Hide N’ Seek: [I love him!!🥰]

Pink Lemonade: [He’s so cute!!! Maybe I can bring Osushi over too! 🐶]

Keroppi: [can i bring Habuko? 🐍]

Hide N’ Seek: [A floof party!💗]

Upper Management: [I see the appeal but I’m afraid that may be impractical]

Zuko: [WHAT IS A FLOOF PARTY?]

Keroppi: [@Zuko, Todoroki you have the caps lock on again]

Ochaco chuckles, leave it to their classmates to cheer her up by just being themselves. Maybe they’ll love a photo of Cosmo, she can come to this floof party too! But before she can take the photo another message comes in from someone who normally if ever responds to the group chat.

Sparky Sparky Boom Man: [STOP FLOODING MY PHONE!!!

          Deku’s fine he’s at home with his parents

          He can’t answer the phone I took it from him the stupid press have

          been emailing him all morning and the ringing was annoying!]

Pikachu: [Guys! I think my phone’s broken!

                  It says that Bakugou is willingly hanging out

                  with Midoriya…]

Guy Fieri: [no u read that right]

SpoderMan: [Mr. Murder Hobo playing babysitter? I gotta see that]

President Responsibility: [Bakugou! This is most gracious and splendid of you! I am so proud 

       and happy to hear that you are taking up a caretaker roll in this time   

       of hardship for our dear friend! Good show! Jolly, good show!!]

The Rock: [I’m proud of u man!]

Emo Phase: [His plunge into the abyss has surely affected his mind.]

Zuko: [I NEVER KNEW YOU HAD EVEN A CONCEPT OF KINDNESS.]

Keroppi: [ur caps lock is still on]

Puppet Master: [R u lying? I feel like u’r just F-ing with us]

Upper Management: [SHINSO!!! No profanity, please!]

Puppet Master: [REALLY!?!]

Sparky Sparky Boom Man: [SHUT UP!!! HERE’S PROOF!!!]

He sends a photo of an oblivious Izuku looking tired, disheveled,and…depressed. He doesn’t even notice that a photo has been taken of him instead he’s locked onto a TV screen with Will harangue on it.

Bedazzler: [Tre bien! He’s stunning as always!]

Keroppi: [@Sparky Sparky Boom Man, Please give Midoriya our love. Kero.]

Upper Management: [Yes, we all wish him a speedy recovery as well.]

Animal Crossing: [Tell him that we can’t wait to be back in class with him!]

Beats: [yeah it wouldnt b the same w/o him]

Not Him: [Hey, does something about Midoriya seem different?]

Doc Oc: [I imagine so. He was just kidnapped]

Kung Fu Fighting: [Was his watch always that green?]

Ochaco has to choke back her laughter, she so missed their class dynamic even if it is in text. But they got her thinking, Bakugou’s the worst messenger. He’ll never admit if he’s fine or not, or at least none of them can be sure if he’s being truthful or not. Maybe someone should check up on Deku…?

A letter in her pocket crinkles.

Stealing herself, she sends out the text.

                                                    Strawberry Mochi: [b heading over later so Ill pass on ur 💗]

As a round of cheers and approval flood her phone, Harangue's broadcast picks up again, catching hers, and assumedly everyone else’s attention. 

[“Now I’m sure this is a great breath of fresh air for all of us. I couldn’t even sleep at all last night just because of this. But even after I found out, I still couldn’t sleep. I know it’s tempting to sweep this under the rug, to move on and pretend that everything will go back to normal. But it won’t. Why? Well, let’s go over the facts. Let's take a walk down this path and see what we find. Now I believe it’s important for us all to go over all the details that have led up to this terrible tragedy that’s befallen our great nation!”]

Doc Oc: [he really likes to draw it out]

The Rock: [hes ruining the moment!]

Puppet Master: [and ppl say im a downer]

[“And what better way to start than going over the catastrophe that unfolded before our very eyes?!”] A clip plays over Harangue’s shoulder, specifically it shows a vid of All Might clash with All For One. [“We all saw All Might, our great and powerful Symbol of Peace, become crippled at the hands of this villain here! The mysterious Grandmaster of the League of Villains!!”] The camera zooms in and pauses on AFO and his Darth Vader inspired helmet.

Hide N’ Seek: [Scary🙈]

Pikachu: [U said it]

Beats: [The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie]

Ochaco’s stomach twists at the image and for a moment she had felt nauseous. She can still remember that sense of overwhelming death and despair that loomed over her as AFO took down the pro heroes and the chaos that was unleashed soon after.

[“But in a glorious moment of triumph!! Our dear Symbol of Peace pulled out a win and put the villain back in his place! Leading to the villain's arrest and imprisonment in an undisclosed location.”]

That gives Ochaco some relief. A little pride as she replays the scene of her and Kraab blasting that devil back to hell A.K.A. the Null Void.

[“But that moment of victory was quickly tarnished because a split second later a new challenger appeared!”] The image changes, not of a video, but to an artist rendering of what appears to be a Cthulhu like being. [“Now we don’t exactly have footage of this villain, unfortunately almost every camera was cut off so we only have eye witness reports as testimony.”]

SpoderMan: [now thats scary]

Not Him: [That’s some real tentacle hentai there]

Puppet Master: [@Upper Management, Y dont u yell @ him?!]

Emo Phase: [This figure is an eldritch terror, one that is a patron of greed and evil)

Kung Fu Fighting: [Midoriya if u need 2 talk, wer here 4 u]

[“After appearing this menace murdered several pro heroes in cold blood and then proceeded to humiliate OUR Number One Hero! He made him bow at his feet and give up! Why you may be asking? Why would All Might, even as weakened as he is, just give up?”]

An overwhelming, and terribly familiar sense of dread pulls down at her chest. Making her heartbeat so fast that Cosmo’s head and ears snap up with concern.

[“Those are some mighty fine questions. But it’s not a why, but a who? Who could bring All Might down? Who could expose him? Who would endanger our Symbol of Peace? Well, that person can only be…IZUKU MIDORIYA!!!”]

And like that the rug is pulled out from under her and it feels like her entire spirit is in freefall into an inky abyss.

The image changes to that of Deku during the Sports Festival, specifically during a fight where he was exhausted and bruised. [“As a first-year student of U.A.’s Hero Course Izuku Midoriya stood out during the U.A Sports Festival with his unique Quirk of One Man Army. He then proceeded to make a bigger splash! While interning with Gang Orca, he foolishly took on and luckily defeated the Hero Killer, Stain! After which he became “U.A.’s Rising Star.” If you ask me, we must have been seeing stars after being knocked in the head with that load of lies!”] The image changes to that of a dressed-up Eraserhead, Vlad King, and Principal Nezu all bowing to the press from the public announcement they made just a few days ago. [“U.A. promised us that they would project our children, Our families. But instead, they allowed the League of Villains to kidnap not just Izuku Midoriya but also his classmate Katsuki Bakugou! But let me guess you’re probably saying, OH but Will we can’t blame the victims for being kidnapped. It was the League of Villains that abducted them. Yes it was. But do you know WHY they were there? So they could take Izuku Midoriya, who’s powerset is suspiciously as versatile and deadly as their Grandmaster, back with them in order to convert him to their side! Hm, funny. Izuku Midoriya was there when the League first made themselves known.”] The image changes to a birds eye view shot of the U.S.J. [“He was there during the Hosu Incident and proceeded to garner fame for his “actions.”] News articles detailing Deku’s fight with Stain splatter across the screen. [“And now this?! What a coincidence, is it not? NO!!! It’s not! We have many testimonies of his transformations running all across Japan during, coincidently, U.A.’s Summer Break!! And even before then some descriptions of his forms match those seen in unrecorded incidents.”]

A whole montage of clips, photos, and eye witness accounts play across the screen: each one describing or showing brief but recognizable moment from Deku’s adventures, some blurry and some are in focus: Water Hazard with some black haired teen in a grocery store, a red guy with 4 arms moving trash off a beach, Stinkfly chasing off a swarm of bugs, a fiery being wandering a burning campsite, newspaper article about Fun Gus, a blurry photo of what kinda looks like a sea serpent and a green man maybe Bullfrag, a grey specter floating above a festival.

There’s a lot of images and admittedly she only recognizes the ones that she herself took part in a blue blur speeding through the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall, Ripjaws wandering near a creepy circus, Cannonbolt rolling through Tokyo’s subway, Diamondhead facing off with a metal samurai at a shrine, and so much more, or the blurry photo of two giant robots towering over the photographer.

[“Just how many incidents is he going to have?! When are we going to start asking the bigger questions?! Who is this kid?! What is he after?! And is there more we’re not seeing?”]

Her phone feels like a bomb with how much it's buzzing!

Sparky Sparky Boom Man: [THE FUCKING BASATRD!!!]

President Responsibility: [What is this?! He is making Midoriya seem like a delinquent who cannot follow authority!!]

Doc Oc: [These are taken out of context! It makes it seem like Midoriya’s going out of his way to start trouble!]

Kung Fu Fighting: [He’s making it seem like he’s connected to the villains]

Upper Management: [What a deplorable man!! How can he do that?]

Guy Fieri: [Y would he do that?]

Beats: [For the ratings he’s throwing Midoriya under the bus for ratings]

Puppet Master: [it’s what ppl do, they twist the other’s image to suit their needs]

Not Him: [what a creep. Why can’t he just stay away and respect boundaries]

SpoderMan: [pot meet kettle]

Zuko: [Perception. It’s all about perception. And he’s trying to muddy ours.]

Pikachu: [But he’s wrong! Midobro was helping not hurting!]

The Rock: [that’s so low]

Pink Lemonade: [Midoriya don’t listen to him, k?!]

Keroppi: [We know the truth]

Hide N’ Seek: [We see right through you, Harangue!]

Animal Crossing: [Dr. Colosso says that this is a man most foul]

Emo Phase: [That he is. But it shows an underlining flaw in our world. Those with a limited view can be cruel and right now that view is trying to push our friend to the edge]

That last message strikes a chord for Ochaco; fearing that it might be truer than most of her class can ever know.

But what really worries her is Mr. Harangue’s insinuations: this is gonna put a light on Deku and not in a good way. He’ll be prodded and put under a microscope if people are gullible enough to listen. But why wouldn’t they? Even knowing what she knows, seeing the facts like this does make it seem very incriminating.

It seems like some of the others have picked up on this too, which is why you have those like Momo and Kirishima begging Bakugou to make sure Deku is well cared for. Then there’s those asking for details, proof to show that Deku’s not a risk. Todoroki even says he’ll ask his father for any details that the media isn’t privy to.

It’s a lie but she’s sure that he’s just trying to quell the growing flames of anxiety and worry. It seems those like Iida and Momo picked up on it and are trying to help alleviate their worries.

Worries. It feels like she never gets to stop worrying. ‘I guess that’s just part of growing up…’

And that feeling of never knowing quite what to do must be part of that deal too.

But she knows one thing for sure; that silver tongued newsman probably struck a chord with Deku. He’s probably taking his words to heart and no doubt he’s putting himself down. Well, not on her watch. Shooting up from the couch she makes sure the letter’s secure before hurrying for her jacket.

“Mom! I’m taking Cosmo for a walk! I’ll be home later!”

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The tv screen fades from one clip to the next, each one showing some sort of chaos unfolding while a strange creature with a familiar hourglass dial is seemingly running amuck: a swarm of floating green batteries are flooding out from a circus tent. A video of a living plant sprawls through a cave of orange moss and mushrooms. A blurry photo, taken by a train computer, shows a black and yellow figure in a subway.  And an image of a feral tiger has his fist and claws deep in the hood of an imported and a very expensive looking American muscle car.

[“Just look at all these so-called mere incidences!”] Will Harangue fumes as more clips appear over his shoulder such as a blue lizard dashing around a speeding moving truck while a froggy family watches on.

[“Public disruption!”]

The image changes to that of a blue mothman fleeing the scene of a collapsed apartment building.

[“Property destruction!”]

The image changes one more time to that of a turtle flying his way through a mall while debris and products fly all around him.

[“And clear insubordination for rules and regulations. When will it end?! When is U.A. going to reign in this public nuisance?! When are we going to demand some real answers?! Just who, or rather, WHAT is Iz-!!”]

“Shut that damn thing off!” Katsuki Bakugou presses the power button down so hard that the remote cracks before it ultimately shatters when he tosses it onto the coffee table. “That guy has no idea when to shut up. But you!” He roars at the target of all this annoyance. “Need to learn when to talk. Like right now.”

Izuku fights the urge to shrink back against his seat but instead he braves himself in agreement to Bakugou's very direct order.

All around him his family have gathered, his mother is seated the closest on the couch with a box of tissues at the ready on the end table beside her. His father sitting just adjacent to her and looking mighty apprehensive in his Hawaiian shirt.

It’s a very tense and awkward air especially with the extended Bakugou family here too. Although Mitsuki and her husband make a point to stand back in the hallway, far enough away as to not be involved but their inert curiosity, and concern, keep them in earshot.

Too bad their son feels the need to directly sit himself across from Izuku.

For her part, Mitsuki tries to pull him away. “Katsuki we shouldn’t impose.”

Her son snarls as is about to say something undoubtedly distasteful. 

Fearing an explosive outcome, Izuku quietly yet effectively shuts it down. “No, it’s okay… Kacchan should hear this…”

And like that Bakugou anchors himself to the seat with his arms crossed, ready to hear the whole story.

But it's not him Izuku’s concerned about, well a small part maybe, but mostly it’s her he’s worried about.

Sensing his hesitation, Inko tries her best to egg him on. “Izuku…he’s right. I…I need to hear about…everything.” Braving her own nerves she peers over to her husband with apprehension yet brave determination. “And I mean everything.”

Hisashi looks her right in the eye as he slowly nods his head in a silent promise.

Rubbing his hands together Izuku tries to sort the story in his mind, he debates in a muttering storm of where to even begin but his muttering goes for so long that he’s only snapped out of it when Inko reaches over and places a hand over his own.

He struggles to speak to even breathe but her grip remains soft yet firm all at once, leveling his anxiety with a mere touch. And so, after taking a deep breath he shuts down the chaos in his mind and allows his heart to write the script.

“Mom…thank you. Just…thank you. For everything. For just…everything. We’ve been through a lot. It's been shaky but thanks to you I’ve been able to stay steady. You are my rock, but I’ve been keeping this secret from you.” His soft gaze drifts from their joined hands to the green watch bound to his wrist. “And I didn’t mean to ever hurt you. I just told myself that this was never my secret to tell but I think that maybe I was just clinging to that as an excuse.”

He stops to gauge his mother’s reaction, but she remains silent yet gently firm as she patiently waits for Izuku to air out everything he has to.

“This watch.” Izuku continues softly. “It gave me the…Quirks I’ve always dreamed of having. More than that, it gave me a chance to fulfill my dream of being a hero.” A soft smile graces his lips as he reminisces. “I was no longer a burden but someone that others could rely on. And it's been amazing, his lifelong dream but…it’s become a nightmare.” His mind flashes with images of his friends struggling against the monsters, against that squid’s forces and allies. “One that I never wanted to drag you into.” The thought of if Vilgax or even the League decided to turn their attention to her to get to him sends a freezing dread down his spine.

He must have been shivering because it takes his mother’s words to steady him. “Izuku…I may not have realized what exactly was happening, but I knew there was a change. I knew there was something you were hiding but I never said anything because you were so happy. You were smiling more than you ever had before. And after what just happened I can see why…” When Izuku was taken she was so scared, she thought her little heart couldn’t take it, it felt so empty and void. But then that sweet girl and those kind people all came together…just for him. “This device didn’t just give you a Quirk…but it gave you friends. People, other than me, that care and support you now. They learned the real you, and came to love you, like I do.”

“M-Mom…” Tears prick at his eyes, but he doesn’t wipe them away.

“I can see just how much this new world you’ve found has made you happy. And although it’s scary I can see just how exciting it is for you. And that it brings you happiness. This I understand.”

“Mom…”

“But what I don’t understand is how your father comes into all this…” Deciding that her son needs a reprieve she turns to the one she truly wants answers from.

Hisashi looks rightfully guilty, but he knows this was inevitable and he refuses to lie anymore. “That’s because…this was my burden…first.” He releases a tired exhale, not of frustration, but that of a man that's been carrying a cross for far too long. “I’m sure it doesn’t have to be said, but I also know it wouldn’t be exactly a real answer if I don’t at least acknowledge it but…I don’t work for the Self-Defense Force. I never have. No, instead I’ve been employed to an intergalactic peacekeeping force known as the Plumbers. As one of their best agents.”

“Intergalactic…” Inko looks sad as she takes in his explanation. “I always knew your work took you far away but I never imagined…just how far apart we really were.”

Shame and guilt write up in Hisashi as Inko takes her time to process this.

“How long…?” She asks, nervously, like she’s afraid of the answer. “how long…have you kept this from…me?”

He hesitates. “Since…before we met.”

That sends an uncomfortable amount of remorse down her throat. “So, that long… twenty-five years… And I was that oblivious.” She hangs in defeat at the revelation. “I always knew your work was special… And I was-am very concerned for you, always. But whenever I poked for answers you always shut it down, under the guise of its classified or sensitive info… So, I tried my best to respect your work, to not pry so as to not get you stressed out… And even with the little details you did share…I knew it was never the full truth, not really. But I told myself not to get involved…” Oh how much she regrets that now… How much would have been different? “But what I want…need to know is- Why…? Why did you have to leave? Why couldn’t you stay? Were other…planets! More important?! Why couldn’t you share this with us?! Who was stopping you?! Why do you even?! What was I?! What were we?! Were Izuku and I…just a cover for you-?!”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!” Hisashi shouts far too loudly than he ever should to his wife. And he knows it, he bites his tongue so hard and fast it bleeds like a ketchup pack. Hissing in pain he powers through it with a calming breath. “I….yes. I lied. I lied to you a lot about my-...what I did. But I never lied about us. I love you, Inko. I always have and I always will. Those feelings, those moments together are not lies. Did I lie about my work?  Y-yes. But I have always appreciated you, you’ve always been a shoulder for me to lean on. It’s something you're exceedingly good at. Taking care of us. And I failed to do the same.” And it’s a mistake that will weigh on him forever. “I never meant to lie with the intention of hurting you, but I did and for that I am sorry.”

Tears stream down his wife’s sorrowful eyes and unable to bear the sight he takes her soft trembling hands into his scarred and quivering but gentle grasp.

“Inko, I made a promise to you, I vowed that I, Hisashi Midoriya, would love you till the stars lose their shine. That I’d be by your side like the moon orbits the Earth.” Caressing her cheek, he gently wipes away her tears with his thumb. “You and Izuku are my world. You’re my light. And my heart would freeze without either of you. I don’t want to lose you and…if stepping away from this life will prevent that then so be it.”

It takes everyone a second but when his implication finally hits, it hits them like a wave.

Especially for Inko. “H-Hisashi…?”

“Just say the word.” He reconfirms, showing no hint of fear or hesitation; he’s committed to this, to her. “I won’t argue. I won’t fight. Just say that you want me to stay and I promise I’ll never leave your side again. I’ll walk away from the Plumbers. Just say the word.”

“Hisashi…” She wants to second guess him but he’s serious. She may not know as much as she thinks but she knows this for sure…he will walk away if she wants him too. But…can she even in good conscience make him walk away from all the good he does. Yes he lied but she’s not so oblivious to understand just how important to him and to others being a hero is… Can she really ask him to walk away from all of that…? “I-…I want you…stay by our side. There’s clearly a lot I don’t understand, I still have so many feelings and questions but…I won’t pull you away from this. Now that he’s part of it.” She gestures to her…their son standing wide eyed in the corner. “Now that we are part of it. I won’t pull you away.”

If Hisashi is surprised, he hides it from most years of working in and around chaos has developed him to hide such distraught. But he can’t hide that spark, not from her, that little spark in his eye that tells her that he’s more than a little surprised.

“For such a long time I wished we’d be a proper family, that we’d be together as one unit, and I don’t want this to cause a rift. But I also know that your duty as a hero is important to you…” Slowly she turns away to address their boy. “to you both.”

Izuku doesn’t bother to hide his astonishment, but even so he remains quiet as his mother readdresses his father.

“So, promise me this. You will always stay by our side: you will no longer lie to me. And you will keep an eye on our son forever.”

Rain causes a haze over that spark, but Hisashi does nothing to stop his tears. “You have my word, always.”

Inko is hesitant, but she manages to crack a genuine smile.

“Mom?” Assuming they hashed out what they need to for now, Izuku approaches with some trepidation. But it’s more like he’s sensitive to his mother’s worries. “Are you really okay with…?”

Inko turns and cups his face in her hands, her thumbs gently rubbing over his freckles. “Izuku, my baby boy, you said it yourself. I’ve always been behind you; the last thing I want is to hold you back. Just promise that you’ll always come home to me.”

“I will, always.” He embraces her and she holds onto him tight as he whispers in her ear. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Izuku.” She pulls away, whipping away the last of her tears before straightening herself out. “And just know I will feel bad for you these next five months.”

He blinks, “Pardon?”

“Izuku.” She composes herself like a sympathetic judge that’s about to pass a sentence. “You’re grounded for the next 5 months.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I am your mother.” She states gently but firmly. “You don’t get to keep secrets from me. Not anymore. I should have stepped up a long time ago, so I am going to get more involved now! You hear me?”

He’s stunned, but more than anything he’s elated as he tells her with a humorous smile. “I hear.”

“Tough break, kid.” Hisashi slams a hand on his boy’s shoulder. “Hate to be you right now.”

And with that Inko quickly turns all her ire on him. “You’re not off the hook either.”

“Huh?!”

“Izuku’s schedule might have just been emptied but that’s because yours is now full! There’s about fifteen years worth of chores and work you need to catch up on!”

“Ugh, like what?!”

“Like what?! How about that RV of yours?! When was the last time you washed it? Heck, did you even clean it out before taking it out of storage? Keep in mind it earned that name of Rustbucket for a reason.”

“Oh, but that’s what gives her character. What if I just cooked dinner from now on?”

Both mother and son instantly turn on him. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!”

The entire family freezes, taking a moment to process what they had just done before all three break into a fit of laughter and glee. They laugh so hard their stomachs' hurt but they embrace, their smiles never ceasing as they sway together in their home.

As one family reconciles another watches on in admiration and warmth, Bakugous stay just pout of sight in the hallway listening partly to make sure nothing turns for the worst. But upon hearing the Midoriya family’s laughs they visibly relax.

Figuring it’s best to leave the Midoriyas alone, Mitsuki attempts to distract her own clan. “Katsuki, I have my own questions.”

Her brat scoffs. “Like what old hag?”

She’ll ignore that attitude for now. “This space hero group-”

“The Plumbers.”

“Er, yeah, like what’s their hierarchy?”

“What you mean?”

“I mean from what I’ve gathered Principal Nezu is like the chief of police on Earth but then who’s the commissioner?”

“I ain’t got a clue but I bet they’re a real grade A bastard.”

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[“Magister Nezu you are nothing but a scandalmonger.”] A conceited Magistratus is seething from beyond his silhouette framed within the holographic screen. Even with his features hidden it is no secret just how much contempt he feels for the poor chimera at the center of this council of faceless authorities. [“You have been brought before the Magistratus for an official court martial and disciplinary hearing for violating the terms of the truce set by us and Vilgax but for purposefully and willfully disobeying direct orders. Were you somehow unaware or inattentive to our decision?”] 

Nezu isn’t fazed by the berating; instead, he remains poised and counters with the perfect response. “I recognized the decision of the Magistratus but due to the ill-conceived nature of your logic I elected to ignore it.”

Another member of the Magistrata fails to hide her snickering, earning herself an irritated glare from her conceited colleague.

Not wanting to admit that he was gotten to, the conceited Magistratus continues. [“Nezu of Earth does your feeble Earthling mind even grasp the scale of what you and your subordinates have wrought?”]

Principal Nezu continues to smile like he’s exchanging pleasantries with a dear friend. “Why of course, we successfully executed a rescue mission of our dear recruit and ensured the Conqueror of World’s downfall.”

[“You mean you stoked the fires of war!! The cease fire is over! Turmoil has sprouted in every sector and system! War! Rebellions! And demonstrations are occurring at alarming rates! You dare to mock our council when your vision is far too narrow?!”]

“My apologies then, Magistratus.” The little chimera gives a polite bow. “But you are the one in fact who is narrow sighted.”

[“Excuse me?! Nezu of Earth, what makes you-”]

The friendly Magistrata interrupts suddenly with grace and control against her colleagues’ words. [“I believe that MAGISTER Nezu is correct. Your statements appear to be far more biased and selective then you’d care to admit.”]

He glares from beyond his screen. [“Are you making excuses for this rodent?!”]

She shakes her head. [“No excuses, just stating the facts. Pray tell, in which sectors are these turmoils occurring? Where are these wars and rebellions sprouting from? My sectors are clearly in line and yet you make such bold claims.”] She pauses allowing the rest of the council to address whether they too have experienced descent.

But judging by their awkward looks and postures they too have nothing to add.

Except for one member of the Magistratus who confirms the friendly Magistrata’s estimation after a rattle of his mandibles. [“Klklkl. According to our reports, these disturbances are occurring on planets and systems that are…were under Vilgax’s rule. Klklkl.”]

The Magistrata moves her pawn. [“And what of our own forces have they engaged in any conflict?”]

Another council member provides an answer. [“Other then minor incidents none of our agents or operations have entered any conflict with Vilgax’s forces.”]

[“Yes. Klklkl. Many outposts have even begun receiving communications with systems long thought to be cut off. Klklkl.”]

[“That does not excuse his actions!”] The conceited Magistratus roars with such rage it puts all on edge despite the light years between them. 

[“But it does.”] The friendly Magistrata corrects, moving her figurative bishop. [“Due to his own egotistical nature, The Grand Destroyer sewed his own empire’s collapse. We all witnessed his own, self-provided, broadcast of Earth’s brave champions storming into his domain and challenging his rule. And not only did they defy him, but they also succeeded with astounding results.”]

[“Vilgax’s defeat was never confirmed!! We only have this rodent and his own loyal flea’s biased reports to support such claims! You saw, as we all, that the broadcast was lost when the Chimeran Hammer fell! Not a soul in the universe witnessed the Grand Destroyer's fall!!”]

The Magistrata strokes her chin. [“Aw, yes the Chimeran Hammer, a vessel so feared that planets have surrendered all rule to the Mad Titan upon it entering their atmospheres. The same vessel that you yourself can confirm had fallen at the hands of younglings. A feat not even our most elite Plumbers could dare to imagine.”]

The conceited councilman winces in anger, his pieces have been flanked. And the rest of the council have noticed.

And now the Magistrata begins to close the noose. [“Even with the ship’s destruction confirmed, word of mouth has already spread like a virus across the cosmos that this Deku 9, a mere Plumber Cadet from an unknown planet, with minimal experience and lifespan, single handedly defeated the galaxy’s biggest threat in hand-to-hand combat. An impressive feat. Which can only be confirmed by the warrior’s own continued survival. After all, there has been no word of Vilgax but we all know the boy to be alive and well.”]

At this point the entire council knows that the smile on Magister Nezu’s face has not been to save face but to confirm what he has already known. He’s just been patiently waiting for the rest of them to catch up. “As far as the cosmos are concerned, there was one survivor in this clash and it was our own, Izuku Midoriya.”

That’s it. It’s over, their pieces are in place and they're ready to take out the King.

And so, the Magistrata moves her Queen. [“Deku 9’s actions and those of Earth’s brave Plumbers have steered the tides for the better. Uprisings on Scalpasc have already pushed out most of Vilgax’s forces. Protost armies are retaking the rest of their system. And even the Appoplexian and Lewodan delegations have begun talks of an alliance in order to protect themselves from Vilgax’s retreating forces.”] And that’s only the tip of the iceberg of the coming change; these agents, these heroes, have caused quite the wave to surge across the sea of stars. [“Magister Nezu your actions and those under your command have seen to change for the better and for that you have our humblest of thanks..”]

[“THANKS?!?!] The conceited Magistratus shoots out from his off-screen seat as he goes into an uproar. [“You show this insubordinate weasel gratitude?! This is supposed to be a disciplinary hearing! Not an award ceremony! Therefore, I will be initiating a push for increased monitoring, management, and oversight of Earth’s Plumbers!!”]

He expects push back, arguments, and maybe even a discussion that takes them long into the hours.

But instead, the friendly Magistrata smiles on and proclaims a checkmate. [“Agreed. Magister Nezu you can expect an increase in personnel to be reassigned to Earth as well as the necessary resources you will need to manage them. You can expect them to take their responsibilities seriously and effectively with no room for disobedience or the breaking of protocol. They will be there to ensure your own compliance and to bring the Earth Plumbers standards up to those we expect of our organization as a whole. Magister Nezu do you consent to these terms?”]

He doesn't even try to hide that smug of a smirk. [“You will hear no complaints from me.”]

She returns the smirk before addressing the council. [“All in favor then?”]

Before the conceited Magistratus can counter with a rebuttal the other council members quickly interject with an almost unanimous agreement.

[“ Aye!”]

[“Aye!”]

[“Nay.”]

[“Klklkl. Aye!”]

[“Nay!”] 

[“Aye!”]

[“Aye!”]

[“NAY!!!”]

A victorious Magistrata flicks her finger as if tipping over an invisible king. [“The Aye’s have it.”]

Game set and matched.

With nothing else needing to be discussed and with many other duties calling for them the council of Magistratus began to cut to other matters.

The conceited Magistratus is angry, no, he’s pissed. This is not how he anticipated this hearing to go. He was tripped, the rug was pulled from under him, allowing these two to run circles around his argument. He’s been played for a fool. And he can’t have that. [“I am warning you…Magisterrr. Break protocol again and there will be consequences.”]

Magister Nezu throws the Magistratus a bone. “I will take your words under advisement.”

Having had enough of a verbal lashing the conceited Magistratus retreats with a blink of his screen, leaving just the Magister and the Magistrata to converse.

[“Well done Magister. You showed much grace and brilliance.”]

“I shall say the same to you, after all I hardly had to defend myself.”

[“Nonsense, you are an artist. Your advisement to reach out to our outer-rim outposts personally and to highly encourage them to send their reports to upper command directly was splendid. Not to mention you predicted the exact manners of this hearing to the letter. I am very impressed. I look forward to seeing what exactly you can accomplish with more tools at your disposal.”]

“Not tools, ma’am.” Magister Nezu politely corrects. “I only work with heroes.”

She smiles at that. [“May your stars shine bright.”] With a final farewell she logs off, leaving Magister Nezu alone in this dark foreboding chamber.

But then again he may not have been as alone as the council may have realized.

“That certainly went a lot smoother than I expected.” Magister Patelliday comments from just ahead of the open doorway.  “And here I thought they’d have us floundering like catfish on a line. But you and the Magistrata seemed to be on the same page. Right from the start.”

“Me and the good Magistrata have a clear understanding of reaching the most optimal outcome for all parties involved. It’s as simple as that.”

“As simple as it was to have reports about All Might and Izuku Midoriya’s rescue before sun up?” Patelliday scans said report on his electronic pad one more time. “Such detail, mostly fiction but even I can follow along with what happened. You’re quite the writer.”

“Thank you. But I made sure that the media and police understood that it was thanks to the brave work of all of you that we succeeded.” Magister Nezu looks past his colleague and towards those gathered at the chamber’s doorway.

His most trusted teachers and staff from the humble Thirteen to the boisterous Present Mic, even their honest detective, have assembled here. Those missing are those that bore the greatest injuries such as Eraserhead and Toshinori to which Recovery Girl is currently attending to. But for those that were able to be here, they are admittedly a bit put off after hearing what they assume was supposed to be a highly confidential conference. The only ones that don’t seem to be perturbed are those of alien descent such as Lucy Mann, Tetrax Shard, One-One, and of course the two imbecilic Galvans.

“Sir, was it really okay for us to…listen in?” Cementoss nervously inquires. “It feels like something that would get you in trouble.”

But Principal Nezu merely smiles it off as he strolls over and past his coven. “No trouble for me. If I am being truly honest I am feeling even more empowered now that I no longer have to hide this part of my work from all of you. You’ve all earned my trust many times over throughout the years and I always felt guilty for never truly opening up how much I am keeping away from you all. But that is no longer the case.” And with a smile he begins to stroll off to oversee other matters.

However, that does little to relieve any of them, especially for Midnight. “Um, Principal Nezu…sir?”

“Yes?”

“What…now?”

He stops and turns to allow them all to air their concerns.

To which they take advantage of starting with Detective Tsukauchi. “How do we move on? How do we go forward? Do we just…walk away and pretend this never happened?”

Snipe then chimes in. “Are we expected to take on new…assignments from you?”

“What of the alien residences here?” asks Midnight. “Do we open our courses to them, even to the hero course?”

“What about other pro heroes?” inquires Vlad King. “Are we expected to bring more into the fold?”

“And what of their technology?” Power Loader curiously asks. “Can we integrate with U.A.’s grid? Are we even allowed to interact with it?”

With a worried frown, Present Mic addresses the big question. “Are…are things going to change?”

There’s a long pause before the Principal of U.A. and the Magister of Plumber Base gives them a direct answer. “Yes. Change is slow but sometimes it can happen in a blink of an eye. Our world is changing, it’s gotten so much bigger than any of you were able to imagine just a short day ago. But it’s happening. And I don’t have an answer for you because…I am witnessing the changes myself along with you. But with whatever comes I am sure we can brave it.”

Talk about a paradox of words somehow they're both optimistic and foreboding all at once, but right now they’re all feeling the weight.

“There’s no going back, is there?” asks the humbled Present Mic.

“No.” Thirteen responds with as much directness as possible. “Not for any of us.”

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“I-...I-...I am heeeeerrrrre!!” The sliding door slams open and with a whirr a pink rosy cheeked blur dashes inside. “During visitor hours!!” Ochaco Uraraka nervously yet enthusiastically cheers as she slides to a stop with her arms out and raised with fanfare.

“Bark! Bark!” Cosmo rushes in after her, her tail wagging furiously as she playfully bounces off the walls in her little space suit.

“Be quiet!!” Recovery Girl snaps around in her chair so fast it nearly unscrews itself from its base. “I may be allowing visitors, but I won’t tolerate any disturbances to my patients! Got it?!”

Ochaco and even Cosmo instantly go pale with fright. “Y-yes ma'am!! Sorry ma'am!!”

A robotic chortle comes out of the orange disc sitting atop of the corner cabinet. “Talk about tripping up on arrival.” Kraab mocks with some amusement.

“Where does all that energy come from?” Xylene jokingly questions from her seat beside one of the three bedsides.

“Hehehe.” A gruff chuckle escapes from the bandaged up old man on said bed. “That’s just how the youngins on our planet are.”

An equally mummified man with long black locks grumbles in annoyance from behind his own secluded corner. “All that energy’s a substitution for life experience and a lack of courtesy.”

Ochaco let’s out a gasp of relief as the disheveled man steps out. “Mr. Aizawa, you’re up and about already!?”

Shota Aizawa rubs a piece of his hair so as to not make eye contact. “Surprisingly, my injuries weren’t that bad not compared to what I sustained at the U.S.J.”

Ochaco flashbacks to the snap of his arm at the Nomu’s crabby claw before she shakes off the memory. “Either way I’m just glad to see you in one piece.” She then turns to Gran Torino, Xylene, and of course Kraab. “Same for the rest of you.”

Kraab snaps away in faux indifference. “Yeah, sure I’ll just pretend that I’m not an afterthought.”

Ochaco offers the newly repaired cyborg a soft smile. “You’ve never been an afterthought.”

If the cyborg could blush he most certainly would have been caught.

With one hand in Gran Torino’s own, Xylene uses her free hand to grab and examine some of the various medicines and prescriptions on the nearby shelf. “You humans are so…delicate. On my planet an injured individual only needs to rest for a half a cycle before they can hunt again.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow as he asks. “And what happens if they can’t recover in that time?”

“Then they will be too weak to defend themselves against the packs of Fyrnoks that inhabit the planet.”

“Hm. Then it’s a good thing we have you huh?” Aizawa comments to Recovery Girl. “I’d hate to be left behind to become chow.”

The elderly woman gives a hearty chuckle. “Ain’t that right. You’d all be minced meat without me.”

“No kidding.” agrees Ochaco. “But I think I can say the same for all of you and the rest of the heroes, we’d all be goners without you all.”

That reminds Aizawa, “Speaking of which, where are the rest of my colleagues? I haven’t seen them all morning.”

“They’re all down in that fancy high tech basement Nezu and his Plumbers built out back.” Recovery Girl replies.

“Hm, then I better join them.”

Ochaco’s eyes widen. “Going back to work already?”

“Yes. There is still so much we need to discuss and figure out. Not to mention I want to know exactly how this will affect our work moving forward.”

“I better tag along too.” Kraab scuttles up the hero’s leg until he can wedge himself into the man’s scarf. “I need One-One to download a copy of my memories, I’m sure the Magister’s gonna want to see and hear about everything I witnessed too.”

“Good call. Maybe I can use that to provide some feedback on my students’ actions.”

“Oh, I have notes. Like did you know that pink cheeks over here can’t dig her way out of a trash heap to save her own life?”

“Do tell.”

Ochaco steps aside from the door, grateful that they’ll be taking their criticisms down the road rather than here.

With those two gone, Gran Torino sees fit to have their own discussion. “So, what brings you all the way out here? Something tells me you didn’t leave your comfy slippers and warm blanket for some sterile floors and the smell of antiseptic.”

“I, uh, just want to talk…”

“Hm… Xylene, mind getting me a coffee from the cafeteria? I need something stronger than tea.”

Xylene practically jumps to attention with furious determination. “I shall procure this coffee with post haste! It will not escape me nor my fury in this arena you call a cafeteria.” And like a soldier marching to war Xylene leaves for what she probably assumes is a hunt.

Recovery Girl watches the woman go with a certain level of worry. “Was that a good idea?”

“It’s fine.” Gran Torino shrugs like it’s nothing. “She’s gonna take a while to figure out the coffee maker. Which was the point. Because I’m sure whatever it is you need to discuss is…” He addresses towards Ochaco. “-a sensitive matter.”

It is. “Where’s…All Might?” She hasn’t seen or heard of him since she arrived after all; he should have been here.

“He’s here.” Recovery Girl replies softly. “He just…his mind is very occupied right now.”

She gestures towards the end of the infirmary where the last curtains around the last bed are still drawn closed. 

With some delicate encouragement from the two elderly heroes, Ochaco approaches said curtains while Cosmo hangs back with the kind nurse. Gripping the fabric, Ochaco carefully slides the drapes open to find exactly who she’s looking for: Yagi Toshinori. But he hasn’t noticed her, or anything for that matter, instead he’s solely focused on the little phone in his…hand. His only hand.

She’s staring right at it. How can she not? It’s right at eye level; his arm is gone. All Might’s left fist is gone. Just shy of his shoulder is a little stump all wrapped nice and tight in clean white bandages.

She has to pry her eyes away but when she looks to her mentor he remains glued to his phone. As she wonders how he could not have noticed her, that's when she notices that he happens to be wearing earbuds. Curious as to what he could be listening to, she peeks around his left shoulder, which is now very easy to do, and sees that he is watching the New Harangue Nation Broadcasting Service. Will Harangue is on screen, as always, and seems to be ranting on and on about Deku and All Might’s seemingly magical rescue. And it seems to be getting to the dear old All Might…

She backs up and gives the curtains a gentle kick allowing them to flutter and to finally catch his eye.

He snaps to attention and after looking around he finally spots her.  “Ah, Young Uraraka?!” He quickly stows away his phone in an attempt to hide the screen. Meanwhile his left stump fiddles in the air as if invisible reaching for the earbuds.

Both mentor and mentee pause in solemn silence as Toshinori slowly reaches up for the earbuds with his only hand. “W-hen…when did you arrive…?”

“I-I just got here.”

“Oh, okay…” Toshinori awkwardly scans the infirmary, only noticing that the only ones present are the ones in the know, except for the dog but he’s sure she can keep a secret. “Where’d Aizawa go?”

“You know him always working.” Ochaco awkwardly jokes.

“Yeah. If he's capable then he should…” Another awkward air as once again Toshinori uncomfortably gestures to his missing limb.

Ochaco tries her best, but she too can’t stop herself from staring.

With an awkward inhale Toshinori tries his best to move on. “But enough about him, tell me Young Uraraka how are you?”

“I’m…fine.” She doesn’t bother hiding her lack of confidence. “I just needed to get out of the house.”

He can concur with that as he peers out to the open window beside his bed. “It’s a beautiful day, perfect for a walk.”

Upon hearing the word walk, Cosmo bounds over, happily sticking her nose against Toshinori’s good hand.

To which the gentleman is more than happy to give her pats.

An awkward silence consumes the little hospital as both seemingly forget how to hold a conversation. But Ochaco knows why that is, and…she needs to address it, the elephant in the room and no it is not about the missing arm…

“I’m…sorry. Sorry for, well, …everything.”

She’s being vague, but then again Toshinori understands her perfectly. “You’ve been holding onto a big secret.”

“Yeah, I have…” She may be admitting it but she cannot meet his gaze. “Looks like the cat is out of that bag.”

Cosmo’s head perks up. “Er?”

“Not literal.” Ochaco assures, allowing the mutt to relax. “How are you…taking all this?”

He almost breaks into a chuckle at that. “Well, it’s not the first world shattering knowledge I’ve been privy to. But it certainly gives me a new…perspective.”

“I bet…”

“Young Uraraka…This is gonna be hypocritical of me but… Why? Why didn’t you let me in on all this?”

“I believe that question should be directed at me.” Gran Torino sitting up in his bed with a mild groan, tries his best to appear at attention.

“Gran Torino…you knew?” Toshinori stops when he thinks about it for two seconds. “Of course you did. So, how long have you kept this from me?”

Gran Torino inhales through his nose before responding. “Since just after sending you away to the United States…”

Toshinori’s gaze softens, he understands the implication, but still, he allows his teacher to say his piece.

“When you left Japan I was…not in the best of places. The small number of heroes were swamped, we were running ragged and pushed to the limits of our endurance. It just seemed like we all had the worst of luck, like there’d be no end in sight, and for me, well, my luck took me to the wrong place at the wrong time… I came upon what I thought was a mutant woman in distress. Ehehehe,” he chuckles lightly. “but imagine my surprise when both her and her attacker weren’t even human. That sure took the wind out of my sails. It was then I was enlightened about everything: the Plumbers, aliens, all of it. Nezu told me everything.”

And there’s his answer. “So, it was Nezu who decided to keep this from me?”

“No, it was mine.” Gran Torino corrects. “Like I already said Japan at the time was in a depression of hope. Finding out that otherworldly beings were running around added a mix of uncertainty and confusion to everything. And then when you finally returned, you got to work. You fought day and night, tooth and nail, to become the man you are now, the Symbol of Peace. And I witnessed it all, your strength, your courage, your…struggles. It was exhausting work, it wasn’t easy, and you were already strained beyond your limits and yet like the stubborn goat that you are, you kept going.” Just remembering all those struggles makes him feel exhausted. “And so I kept it all in. All for your own sake. I never wanted to add more weight to the entire globe you were already carrying on your shoulders.” He shakes his head at the thought. “Even after what we thought was All For One’s downfall, I still kept it to myself especially after your new…limits.” His gaze falls towards Toshinori’s stomach, towards the spot of that terrible terrible wound and scar.

But right now, Toshinori’s feeling a new scar on his heart. “S-so…so y-you kept this all locked away because…you thought I was too w-weak? That my constitution was already…waning?”

“No, I kept it locked away because I care… Toshi, losing Nana and sending you away were two of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to experience in my life. It was…” He chokes on his words as emotions from long past bubble to the surface.

So much so that Toshinori tries to reach out to his dear teacher only for his own wounds and pain to trip him. Thankfully Ochaco is there and helps her teacher to reach his own. Together they sit him at the foot of Gran Torino’s bed.

There Toshi allows his teacher to compose himself before continuing.

And with a sniff he does. “Nezu…wanted to bring you into the fold since your return but I denied him.” He shakes his head furiously. “I never wanted this for you… I never wanted you to be burdened with so much more but…that’s not how life works. Is it?”

“No, it’s not.” Toshinori agrees. “Life is messy, it’s hard and exhausting with little to no reprieve. Life only takes.” It’s taken his health, his stomach, youth, time, peace of mind, and now his arm and with it…his strength. “Life takes everything…”

Gran Torino nods in solemn agreement, he’s too tired, too old to argue. Even the motherly Recovery Girl cannot bring herself to refute either of them.

But she need not worry, the young are more than capable of speaking. “But isn’t that why we give?”

The elders do a double take towards the young woman who seems rather flustered by the sudden shift in attention.

“W-we give each other our t-time…” She preaches. “Our care… Our hearts. We give each other whatever we can because we can’t expect life to give us anything… Except each other.”

Well she’s certainly giving them all food for thought.

“You’ve both given me so much.” Toshinori admits with honest truth. “Gran Torino you guided me during a time I needed it the most. You protected and shielded me from so much even against threats I never imagined even existed until a few days ago. I can never hold anything against you, not ever. And I’m sure that if my master was here she’d be more than proud of you.”

A tear wells up in the old man’s eye, “Toshi…”

“And Young Uraraka. Sweet. Young Uraraka. You’ve given me far more than you realize. So much so there’s a bigger discrepancy than you even realize. I have not been the best of guides or protectors, I have taken my duties for granted but I promise to give everything I have moving forward. You, Gran Torino, to my fellow heroes and to my dear students are the light of my world. And if I should take anything from this is that my world just became a whole lot bigger.”

No one can stop the tears from coming, Ochaco lunges at her teacher and gives him a big old hug. To which he hisses in pain but soon it breaks into a hearty, healthy laugh, as Gran Torino too breaks into smiles and slaps the blonde man’s back.

Recovery Girl doesn’t bother to wipe away her own tears as Cosmo happily sits beside her like the loyal companion that she is.

“We’re alive,” Toshi announces with an air of celebration. “we’re together, that's more than enough of a reason to celebrate.”

A light bulb pops into Ochaco’s head in that moment causing to reel back at a brimming idea.

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It’s the next day and although it’s only the tenth hour one would think it’s two in the afternoon based on the scorching heat of the summer sun beating down on the asphalt. The lack of shade isn’t helping matters, and neither is the constant hum of cicadas.

But Hisashi isn’t exactly a stranger to the heat after all he is a firebreather. And admittedly with this heat his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses aren’t at all out of place.

Too bad he’s not using his time in the sun to relax. “Soap!!” With a shout he tosses down a bucket of soap and water onto the sizzling roof of the Rustbucket. “There’s the soap! Now hose her down!” He shouts as he hops off the ceiling along with the cascading soap and bubbles.

And with his father clear Izuku stands before the RV with his new and improved Omnitrix in hand. Giving the dial a press a hologram of his aliens appears and with a single slam he transforms.

“Water Hazard!!” The red shelled Orishan takes the stage and immediately hoses down the retro RV down with twin blasts of water. 

Water sprays across the hot alleyway, splashing everywhere and onto everyone.

“Fuck!” Bakugou barks after getting splashing soap in his face. “Don’t get me wet, dammit!”

“S-sorry” Water Hazard awkwardly apologizes. “I forgot that water not agreeing with you”

“Be quiet! I’m only here against my will. The old hag said I had to!”

“Settle down boys.” Hisashi warns. “Try to get along, at least while they’re watching.” He gestures back up towards the upper walkway that leads to their apartment. And perched like a pair of hawks are the boys’ respective mothers.

“Fine.” With a tsk Bakugou slaps the windshield with a rag and gets to scrubbing. 

Sighing, Water Hazard peers up towards his mom and tries to offer up a wave to which she returns.

She watches on as her boy, her alien boy, hoses down the rest of the metal deathtrap.

“Strange ain’t it?” Mr. Baumann waddles in from behind with a handful of cups and a pitcher of lemonade. “I remember when I was first brought into this new world. Hehehe, talk about a dive into the deep end. It was quite the splash. Hehe!”

“Is this story time Mr. Baumann?” Mitsuki Bakugou teases.

“Hehehe, for another time perhaps.”

“You’re right though, it is strange.” Inko continues to stare as her boy shoves the RV back a bit in order to grab a fallen sponge. “I mean that’s an alien but it’s still my sweet little boy.”

“Not so little anymore.” Bakugou’s father, Masaru, follows Mr. Baumann out with a tray of sandwiches. “Neither of them are.”

“Is this right?” Inko ponders aloud. “I mean this is really right for him? For my family? For us? Is this…normal?”

Neither of the Bakugous have an answer, in fact they seem to be hoping for one as well. 

But Mr. Baumann’s not so sure if he can provide any of them with an answer that will…suffice. “Aliens, humans, unicorns… We grow, we learn, we live. Some are good and some are bad. Some live normal lives going to the grocery stores with their families and others well they like a little more excitement…”

Mitsuki frowns, “You make them sound like our neighbors.”

“They are our neighbors.” He clarifies. “Seriously, the Fukitsu family downstairs are from the planet Korugar.”

Inko pauses when she thinks about the purple skinned family of five. Just the other day they offered her some of their spare tangerines after hearing of her boy’s kidnapping. And during the last holidays they made sure everyone in the building received a batch of Christmas cookies. “You…don’t say. I had no idea; they just seem so-”

“Normal.” Mr. Baumann smiles. “Hehe, you wouldn’t think that if you saw what they eat, they’d make your husband’s pallet seem gourmet.”

“Is that right…?” This is giving the poor woman mixed feelings here.

“My point is, everyone has their own normal. There are similarities but what makes us special is what makes us weird. Everyone’s weird and that’s what’s normal. There are infinite stars out there and each one is unique despite what others might say. And your boy, he’s by far the strangest star I’ve ever seen.” He offers the mother a kind and generous smile. “You should be proud of that.”

“...I am. I just…wish I could show him just how much I care.”

That gives Mr. Baumann pause. “Well,” He pulls out his phone and slides the screen to his email. “Someone we know was thinking the same thing.” He hands her the phone, and she quickly reads that the sender is from an email listed as [email protected].

She begins to read away and her heart begins to swell with every sentence.

Mitsuki frowns with curiosity. “Something good…?”

“Yes, it’s something…worth celebrating.”

Meanwhile, from down below Water Hazard’s been able to power wash almost every square inch of the Rustbucket leaving puddles of soap and rust particles everywhere.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Hisashi calls out as he tosses Bakugou a towel. “Time to dry!”

Water Hazard cuts off the water. “Enough with the hose and now for the fan!” He slaps the Omnitrix on his chest causing his form to glow with green.

“Terraspin!!” The bipedal turtle’s greater weight and size causes a shift in the air. And he causes even more of a shift as he whips up a tornado right at the rickety RV.

The Rustbucket rattles and shakes against the wind so hard Hisashi pales with worry but thankfully his baby holds and with a flourish the Rustbucket is left dry and spotless. It’s almost showroom ready with its bright sheen and retro charm.

“Ha!” Hisashi throws his dry and now useless towel over his shoulder. “Look at her! She looks ten years younger!”

“Ten?” Bakugou scowls in disgust at the sight of the patches of immovable rust. “Doesn’t mean much when it’s over a hundred.” But either way, even he has to admit that they did one damn good job.

Several pairs of footsteps can be heard coming down the outer stairs from behind them and even though they can guess who they are, Mrs. Midoriya quickly confirms their work. “It’s coming along nicely boys.”

“Look Inko!” Hisashi gushes with glee. “She’s spotless and clean, just like I promised!” He playfully expects that this will bring her much joy and thus he awaits for a kiss on the cheek.

But instead, he’s handed a plastic bucket full of lysol, windex, and detergents.

“Huh?”

Inko giggles at her husband’s stupid expression to which she responds with a sweet smile. “You didn’t forget to clean the inside did you?”

“Oh! Uh, well…-”

“Use a wet vacuum for the carpet. And throw out anything in that fridge that has legs or better yet if you can’t find it in a store at all then toss it. Make sure everything gets disinfected and wiped down, and please change the sheets. You know what, it’d be better to just burn them and get new ones. Also, either you fix that fridge or get a new one.”

Hisashi tries to get a word in edgewise, but it seems that his wife can ramble on just as much as their boy can, leaving him flustered and put off.

Meanwhile, both the older Bakugous and Mr. Baumann come down the stairs with stuffed tote bags in hand.

“Where are you all off to?” asks Bakugou.

The three adults, plus Inko, share a look before Mitsuki answers her boy. “We’re going grocery shopping. We’ll see you boys later.” Grabbing Inko by the arm, Mitsuki practically has to drag her away before she talks Hisashi’s ear off.

“When will you be back?!” Terraspin calls after them.

“In a few hours,” Inko responds as she climbs into the Bakugou family’s car. “Plenty of time for you all to finish.”

And with that they drive off with Mr. Baumann leading the way in his roaring muscle car.

Turning to his troops, Hisashi tosses Izuku a box of latex gloves and Bakugou a spray bottle and rag. “Alright men, back to work.”

Bakugou throws the rag to the ground. “This is bullshit! This is gonna take forever with just three of us!”

“I’ll call in some help.” Terraspin insists before vanishing in a green glow. “Ditto!!” An army of clones quickly floods the inside of the RV with cleaning supplies in hand. Together with Hisashi and Bakugou they all get to work, hauling appliances out to clean with the hose to digging out ketchup packs in the glove box and vacuuming every inch of the place from the carpet floor to the beds.

“Aren’t you overworking yourself there, son?” asks Hisashi while scrubbing down the indoor shower.

One of the Ditto’s, the one currently scrubbing down the sink, replies. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got one of me’s on break!” He points out the window where a single Ditto is chilling on a beach chair with a good book and a glass of lemonade in hand.

“That’s not how that works!!” As Hisashi, hypocritically, tries to explain a proper work-life balance to his boy, Bakugou’s phone begins buzzing in his pocket. Leaving the rest of the window up to two other clones he sees that he’s got a text addressed to both him and…Mr. Midoriya. And it’s only for them two.

And so, he waits for Hisashi to leave to get more disinfecting wipes and that’s when he hands him the phone.

Hisashi, hesitantly, takes it in silence and he’s grateful that he had as he reads the instructions. He quickly texts back a response before handing Bakugou the phone back. And with a clap he gets the Dittos’ attention. “We’re out of wipes! And paper towels!” He lies. “And it’s about lunch time so what do you boys say to a quick trip to the grocery store? I mean we’re basically done so why not take this baby out for a quick drive?”

The Ditto currently repairing the sink sticks his head out from under said sink. “But Mom said we weren’t allowed to leave till we finished.”

A clone is currently scrubbing the carpet chimes in. “But we do need more stain remover.”

Another clone leans in close to the mysterious stain. “Seriously, what is this stain made of?” He leans his nose in closer and sniffs.

Another clone gags. “Ew, don’t sniff it!”

The clone laying out on the beach chair calls out. “I could use a break!”

This instantly gets a rise out of the army of clones. “SHUT UP!!!”

Laughing, Hisashi spins the keys around his finger before catching them. “I think we could all use a break. So, let's take a little drive.”

And with someone finally making the call they close up shop sort of speak and get going. It’s not a long drive to the store but it’s a slow drive. Hisashi is really in no hurry, cruising around town in such a relaxed state that it’s a miracle that no other drivers ever honk their horns at the freshly cleaned hunk of junk.

But honestly a car horn would be better than the thick awkward silence fogging up the back of the RV. Because Izuku and Bakugou have nothing to say to each other! Or more like they don’t know what to say to each other. They’ve been kinda outright avoiding direct conversation since…well, since everything. Sure they’ve politely tolerated the others' presence till now but that’s mainly because their folks were around. But now stuck sitting at the table they’re kinda forced to interact.

But Bakugou seems to be looking anywhere else but at Izuku, well, he throws a quiet glance every now and then before clicking his tongue in annoyance, but Izuku’s not sure if that’s supposed to be directed at him or not.

Not like Izuku has done any better, he’s been doing nothing but fiddling with his phone since they drove off. And even last night and this morning he didn’t really want to speak to him… Maybe because…he’s afraid of what he might say…

But then again, they can’t sit here in silence forever so maybe… “So…um, how’s your summer been?”

Suddenly Izuku now knows to whom all that irritation is directed at.

“R-right, sorry…”

Well, it seems like talking is out of the question. So instead, he’ll just watch, stare out the window till they get there.

The Rustbucket’s brakes squeak to a stop at a red light. Izuku watches as the passersby of Musutafu enjoy their summer day. That gives him some relief, it seems people aren’t so bothered by the previous week’s events. But then again…past the walking figures, past their busy faces, and through the windows of a television shop are the words U.A’s Rising Star has Fallen back to Earth.

A bolt of panic courses through Izuku’s spine. Has the media found out? Do they know the truth about Vilgax and his ship?

Taking a second to read he realizes that all the other screens are broadcasting a different news station, and each one seems to be on the same wheel of topics: The events of Kamino Ward and the resulting rescues. He reads the following “When will All Might Return?” “Mysterious Villains at Kamino Ward,” “All Might’s Victory and Defeat,” “Heroic off-Screen Rescue,” “Hero and Student Rescued,” and so on.

Snapping his head away Izuku, once again, finds himself fiddling with his phone but this time he actually checks the screen. It’s open to a forum, an old form he used to be on daily until his crash out during final exams. But recently, late last night when he couldn’t sleep, he logged back into his favorite All Might forum. The entire forum’s been nothing but chatter and speculations about All Might’s win against the masked villain but also his kidnapping at the hands of a mutant villain, but mostly the other users are all about his weakened state and his unknown status as a continuing hero. Is he set to retire or is he going to make a comeback. Most seem hopeful, or maybe delusional to the idea, that he’ll return but…Izuku knows better. He knows for a fact that after everything…there’s no way All Might, The Symbol of Peace, and continue on with his torch. And it’s all because he-

“Hey! When are we gonna get there?!” Bakugou blurts with such rage and annoyance that Izuku nearly drops his phone.

Panicking, Izuku shoves the phone away like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

As he shoves it away, Bakugou seems to…relax? Relief maybe? As he stares back through the window just as the Rustbucket pulls forward.

After another few minutes of driving through town they head east side of town towards Dagobah Beach but after a quick turn to the left they make their way through the eroding warehouse district. But not until they’re in front of their destination does Izuku finally peace together where they’ve been going. “Hey, that’s…Mr. Baumann’s store.”

“That it is.” Hisashi replies as he brings the RV to a stop. “What? Just cause it’s for aliens doesn’t mean there aren’t products for us too.”

“Fair enough…” But is it fair for him to feel so uneasy all of a sudden, it’s finally occurred to him that he’s been haunted by the opinions of the humans of Japan that he never even considered how the alien community must feel. Will they be just as skeptical of him? Do they know what happened? Will they be upset? Scared? He doesn’t know, he can’t be sure and-

A shove from behind kicks him from the RV’s doorway and nearly has him tumbling onto the sizzling pavement of the parking lot.

His backside hurts and he’s pretty sure the imprint of a shoe is there. And turning around he can confirm that it was Bakugou who just booted him out of the RV.

“Tsk.” With his hands in his pockets, Bakugou lurches away indifferently, or so it would seem if that sideways glance is any indication. “Don’t just stand there, it's hot out…” He insists almost gently.

Izuku’s really not sure how to take any of this. Is Bakugou being…supportive? Maybe in his own way…? No. he’s just…being awkward. For the first time in his life…

Hisashi stands at the giant doorway and waves for the two of them to hurry up! “Hey come on!” He cheers while opening the iron doors. “We’re here!!”

“Yeah, we know that.” Bakugou mumbles as he stomps past the Plumber.

Hisashi smiles it off and waits patiently for the youngest Midoriya to come along. And after realizing that he’s waiting on him, Izuku eventually gets a move on, but while dragging his feet.
Entering the warehouse with his head down he stops when the levels of light from sunlight dim dramatically. The lights are off in the store and it’s quiet…too quiet. Why would that-

“WELCOME HOME!!!”

Upon a roar of cheers Izuku is flashbanged by all the lights turning on at once. And then he experiences a whiplash as he does a double take towards the large crowd of alien neighbors, teachers, heroes, and…his CLASSMATES!?!

“MIDORIYA!!!” One second he’s gawking at his entire class, the next they’re all dogpiling him in hugs and cheer.

A set of sentient clothes clings to his arm with incredibly soft hands. “You had us worried there for a while!” Toru Hagakure exclaims.

Koji Koda is fighting back tears after embracing Izuku. “We-we weren’t sure if…We’re so glad you’re back!”

A heavy hand presses on Izuku’s shoulder as Mezo Shoji leans over his shoulder. “It’s such a relief to have you here in front of us.”

There’s a kick to Izuku’s shin as Minoru Mineta wails from below. “Never do anything like this again!! We can’t take the stress!!”

Stumbling back Mashiro Ojiro catches him and stops him from falling. “Careful. But you look good, man.”

The raven-headed Fumikage Tokoyami nods in agreement. “It is a relief to see that you were able to climb out of the darkness.”

Hitoshi Shinso couldn’t agree more. “Well, at least you're in one piece.”

“He looks magnifique!” Yuga Aoyama proclaims with a flourish. “That new montre is slimming! Ha ha!”

“Have you been eating?” Rikido Sato asks concerningly. “You look skinny. Here!” He tries to shove a bag of cookies into his hands.

“Leave him alone, aboleta.” Hanta Sero playfully mocks. 

Tsuyu Asui is hanging back towards the end of the group, she seems hesitant and off put but she’s just as genuinely glad to see that he’s okay. “We all…really missed you.”

He missed them too but his brain is still trying to process the fact that they’re all here in Mr. Baumann's secret store.

His teachers, the pros that came to rescue him are here, even All Might is here with a cast over his missing stump of an arm. And beside him is Gran Torino with Xylene. Speaking of aliens they’re all here too from ML-E and her mom to Eirene Ashido to Jumba Jookiba, Blowfed, Zim, and Whalium are all here with so many others of their alien neighbors to the point half the store is filled with them. They practically have half of the galaxy represented here from members of the Covenant, to the Quarren, Twi’leks and Togruta, to Unopans and Turians, and so much more. And mixed in their ranks are the Plumbers of Earth and their close allies such as Patelliday, Blukic and Driba, Lucy Mann, Tetrax, and Xylene. And standing with them is his own family, including the Bakugous, even Detective Tsuakuchi too. Even the robots are here, and there standing beside Chopper…is that Melissa Shield too?!

Izuku can’t believe it. “You’re here…? You’re all here.”

“Why of course!” Iida shouts a little too loudly and awkwardly as his arms chop the air. “Your entirely related and totally supportive extended family made the trip to visit you at Mr. Baumann’s totally ordinary human store!!”

“T-thanks for clearing that up, Iida…” Izuku nervously laughs, noting that Iida might accidentally blow the metaphorical whistle. “But what are you all doing here?! I mean it’s great you’re all here! But-…why?”

“We’re here to party!” Denki Kaminari shamelessly shouts with little to no sensitivity.

Kyoka Jiro’s Earphone Jacks rise up like snakes towards his face.

He flinches away, “AW! I-I m-mean we’re here to party with you!”

Her Earphone Jacks retract, “Yeah, we heard what happened.”

Izuku freezes, “You did?”

Momo Yaoyorozu steps forward. “Of course, about the heroes rescuing you from the mysterious villain.”

Shoto Todoroki adds in. “And how the attack on Kamino Ward was coinciding with an off the books rescue mission from a third location.”

Eijiro Kirishima then shoves his way to the front with a grin. “And about how you kicked ass out there. You taught those villains a lesson!”

Izuku smiles sheepishly, if they were gonna lie then maybe they should have lied about his involvement. “T-thanks.”

“Thank Uraraka.” Mina Ashido corrects. “This was her idea.” With a pull she drags a shy but smiling Ochaco to the front.

“You organized all this?”

“Well, I-, uh…” She blushes nervously. “I thought that you…that we could all use a reason to celebrate.”

Izuku blinks, “Celebrate? Celebrate what?”

She suddenly becomes bashful, jittering as she holds her face as she tries to answer in a way that won’t sound so…awkward. But in the end, she stays honest. “The return of the two best heroes I’ve ever known…”

Izuku blushes as Toshinori Yagi chuckles embarrassedly in the background which causes everyone else to smile.

But Izuku is still somewhat…hesitant to the idea of a party, especially after everything… “But…is this really a good time?”

Gathering that he needs a push, dear old, Principal Nezu speaks his mind. “These latest events have been harrowing to say the least. Even that word seems incapable of describing what’s occurred. We’ve suffered great injuries, change, and uncertainties. Shadows are beginning to claw their way out of the void so it’s up to us to keep the lights aglow. We must create our own warmth and what better way than to do that together? Today we begin the process of enjoying even the smallest of moments. So, let us celebrate the return of a precious student and an honored hero!!”

“YEAAAH!!!” Everyone, especially the students, cheer probably a little too enthusiastically. But who cares?

“IT’S TIME TO PARTY!!! YEEEAAAH!!!” In the blink of an eye and the ringing of ears, Present Mic is hyping up a storm from behind the DJ booth. “DJ PESENT MIC’S IN THE HOUSE!!! Now I want you all to be your freaky little selves and have fun!! And I’ve got the best playlist lined up for you freaks tonight! All recommendations of our very own Earphone Jack!! YEEEAAAH!!!”

Jiro blushes from the sudden attention back thankfully music drowns out any comments that come her way.

They really made use of all the space in Mr. Baumann’s store, shoving shelves to the side, they got rows of tables set up with food and drink that’s (mostly) of Earth origin. They even had time to set up party decorations like balloons and banners. But clearly they must have left that to some of the aliens because half of the balloons are off theme with phrases like “It’s a Girl!” and “Happy 5th Birthday!” and “Congrats Grad!” But no one seems to mind. Because they’re all too busy dancing, eating, and mingling about. Conversations are going on everywhere between unknown humans and king aliens, Plumbers, pro heroes, and so on.

Heck right now Mina’s busy introducing one of the aliens to her friends. “Hey guys! I want you all to meet our good friend, Lucy Mann!”

Tokoyami recognizes the blonde instantly, “Ms. Mann, It’s good to see you again.”

“Same!” Lucy cheers. “How’ve you been birdy?!”

Tokoyami’s taken aback. “Birdy?”

Seeing that his classmate’s in a state of confusion, Shoto tries to give some comfort. “I don’t think she means anything by it.”

But this only adds confusion when Lucy turns her attention to him. “It’s good to see that you’re still as cool as ever, Todo.” She winks cutely.

Now it’s Shoto's turn to be taken aback. “Todo?”

Adding to the confusion a pair of ominous airs emanate from behind them,

“Tokoyami./Todoroki.” Mineta and Kaminari are glaring up a storm with their eyes glowing red with envy. “How do you two already know this hottie?!”

Shoto’s a little weirded out but he does his best to provide an answer. “She, uh, we, including Midoriya, provided her with some assistance in Tokyo a few weeks back.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!” They both slump in the corner like delinquents on the streets crying about school rules.

“Tsk. Typical.” Kaminari spits. “Of surprise that our resident princely type, emo type, and golden retriever type already got some action with the FL!!”

“It’s not right.” Mineta growls. “Damn these shoujo-manga tropes!!”

Watching them, Shinso can’t help but pass judgement. “I think you two are misreading the situation.”

Chuckling nervously, Hagakure awkwardly tries to get the conversation back on track.  “Mission you say? Are you by chance a hero student too? From America maybe?”

Lucy smirks, cheerfully. “I may not look like it but I’m an Underground Hero like your teach!” Tsuyu, who’s still been hanging near the back, chimes up shyly. “You already have a hero license…? But you look to be our age.”

“I’m sixteen.” Lucy clarifies, cheekily. “And let’s just say I have a way of sliding my way up the system. Hahaha! Snort Hahaha!!”

A bit of drool begins to spill from Mineta lips. “Slide…~”

Seeing this, Sero slides away with disgust written all over his face. “You’re gross, dude.”

Most of class 1-A at this point have gathered around a pair of tables and seeing that she should say hello, Inko decides to come on over.

“Excuse me, everyone. I hate to interrupt but you all must be hungry.” She presents them a plate of assorted dango. “Here, please help yourselves, they’re freshly made.”

“Why thank you, Mrs. Midoriya.” Momo along with several others go ahead and take a skewer of dango each and after just one bite they're all gushing with praise. “This is delicious Mrs. Midoriya!”

Ochaco’s tooth is going crazy. “So tasty~!”

Even Shoto’s impressed although he has a hard time showing it. “It’s not soba but it’s good.”

Aoyama is glistening with joy at the delightful flavor. “You should open your own restaurants! It would be magnifec!”

“Hehe, well, if you think that’s good.” Her husband slinks over, carrying a plate of what they assume is oatmeal cookies. “Then try these! I made ‘em myself. And they’re out of this word!”

Some of the kids like Koda, Kirishima, Jiro, and Iida all reach for one while saying their thanks but the plate is suddenly pulled away and launched into a waiting Inko’s hand.

They all stare wide-eyed in shock, but Inko plays it off with a kind smile that sweetly suggests that nothing is a miss. And then without saying a word she walks away and dumps every last cookie into the nearest trash can.

“HEY!!” whines her husband. “Why’d you do that?!”

A dark aura slowly begins to creep out from behind her sickly sweet facade. “Because no one here wants a mealworm cookie.”

“But they’re so rich in protein!!”

As Hisashi begs for permission to go make some more, Izuku's left to deal with his classmate’s curious and perturbed gazes. “Ehehe, my Dad…is a survivalist.”

“Ahh!” They all exclaim as if that totally makes sense.

Needing a second to recover from the embarrassment, Izuku steps away towards one of the shelves that’s been shoved aside and he joins Sero who’s leaning against the shelves with a snack bowl in his hands.

Sero breaks into a grin as Izuku approaches. “Your parents are great, man.”

Izuku smiles sheepishly. “I know.”

Chuckling Sero goes ahead and scoops up what looks like green gummies from the bowl before shoving them in his mouth with a squish and a crunch.

Looking over curiously, Izuku can’t quite tell what that lima bean colored “What are you eating?”

“Jellybeans! Hm! Want some?”

“Sure.” Izuku reaches in, noting that these jellybeans are really thicker and squishier than any he’s had. But damn they are good. “Hmmm! They got a lot of flavor!”

Sero offers Izuku the bowl. “Here, have some more.”

Taking the bowl, Izuku is just about to dive in when he stops. Because for a second he could have sworn something in the bowl moved. Wait, one of the jellybeans just moves. And another and…oh god. Izuku goes green as the entire bowl of Kanzlok begins to squirm and wriggle around like the grubs they are.

Realizing the horror, Izuku panics and he tries to come up with a way of preventing Sero or anyone from finding out what this is. So, in a panic he grabs the Omnitrix and transforms. “UPCHUCK!!!” Upon entering into the world, the little green gummy bear immediately devours the entire bowl, literally.

“DUDE!?!” Upset, Sero gasps. “Why’d you do that?!”

Feeling queasy upchuck tries to feign ignorance. “Oh, oh no! I’m such a glutton. Oh and you’re all out! Just wait here I-I’m gonna go get you a refill!! Hahaha! Yeah…” He quickly curries away and out of sight down an empty aisle.

Sero stands there confused, only to jump when a small explosion and a flash of green is spotted just in the short distance.

After a second, a green-faced Izuku wanders back with a guilty smile. “I, uhhh…couldn’t find any more.”

“Right…?”

As the fun continues more and more of the party goers start to intermingle like Eirene Ashido fitting into a conversation with both Inko and Mitsuki. Or how some of Class 1-A are checking in with a one-armed Toshinori.

And then there are the aliens like ML-E who’s playfully teasing Cosmo with a tennis ball. “Get the ball! Get it!!” And with a high-speed spin she throws the ball with all her might down the store.

Standing by the punch bowl, Ochaco watches the two play as Hagakure and Jiro join her for a drink.

“I didn’t know you had a dog, Uraraka.” comments Jiro.

“Yeah, I just got her.”

Hagakure beams, “Oh, she’s a rescue!”

Ochaco laughs to herself. “Ah, more like she rescued me.”

“Aw~.” Hagakure gushes. “That’s so cliche.”

Meanwhile, the tennis ball bounces across the store like a bullet, ricocheting this way and that off of shelves, cans, and signs before commenting right in their direction.

But before the ball can strike the punch bowl it comes to a stop in midair, and after hovering there for a second the ball zips away right into Cosmo’s waiting maw.

Hagakure and Jiro’s eyes bulge wide in shock as Comso just simply drops the ball with a wag of her tail.

Causing Ochaco to laugh at their expressions. “No, it’s literal.”

Hagakure blinks, “A dog with a Quirk… What could be weirder?”

Jiro shrugs while jokingly saying. “It could talk.”

“Hahahaha!!” And all three burst into laughter.

As they laugh a chubby Toydarian fixes himself a cup of punch before his little wings fly him up and away for some food.

Ojiro watches the alien fly on by before commenting down to Izuku. “ I never realized just how well you get along with those with mutant quirks.”

Sato also pipes in. “And some of them are your relatives, right?”

“Yeah, we’re all distant relatives.” says Izuku, lying through his teeth. Which causes Kraab, who’s perched on his shoulder, to chuckle.

As he says this they watch as Blukic and Driba argue over how to properly fix a chocolate fountain before they accidentally cause it to explode, spraying chocolate everywhere. 

Grimacing, Izuku corrects himself. “Very distant.”

“Like a million lightyears distant.” Kraab whispers, humorously.

“And them?” asks Shinso while pointing up towards a pair of cackling Megawatts that are zipping around the hanging lights.

“They're…from America.”

“Oooh.” They all nod as if totally understanding. 

But then they all duck down as the cackling Megawatts dive bomb their heads and nearly zap them.

“Hahahahabzz!!” The Megawatts zip through and past the crowd before being swatted away by a thick white glove.

“Go away!!” Thirteen howlers as a shiver of disgust runs down their spine. “Why?” They ask Ochaco. “Why did you invite them? They’re so…Bleh!”

 “They helped us escape Vilgax, it’d be rude not to.” The gravity girl defends.

“What do you even have against them?” asks Shoto. “Did they scar you?”

Bakugou scoffs. “They’re small and annoying, so I get it.”

Now Ochaco is just getting curious now. “Just what is the story here?”

“Well…you see-....” And so, Thirteen finally goes into great excruciating detail on their history with the pests that are Megawatts.

Too bad most of the story can’t be heard thanks to Present Mic suddenly deciding to play some Daft Punk.

“So, Melissa, how's that fancy new academy treating you?” Kirishima winks at the somewhat unfocused hologram of Melissa Shield.

[“It’s going very well; I love it here!”] She gushes through a slight audio filter but hey Chopper may have gotten repaired after the battle, but he wasn’t upgraded, so this hologram is the best he can do while trolleying nearby so she can interact with everybody.

[I’ve made so many new friends here, most of which I think you all would get along famously with!”]

After admiring the work of the hologram, Jiro goes ahead and says what she assumes they’re all thinking. “Too bad you couldn't get a plane ticket over here in time.”

Not one to blow their cover, Melissa plays along. [“Yes, I’m so sorry I couldn't be here in person. But you know how slow air travel can be.”]

They all laugh it off, but Kirishima’s laugh is a bit more forced since he’s still not exactly used to this secrecy and quick lies.

As they chit chat a fourth person chimes in, sounding tired yet relieved. “It’s nice to see you three getting along…”

[“Uncle Might!”] Melissa immediately spins around with a smile and is greeted with a tired but genuine smile from dear old Toshinori.

“Hello Melissa,”

As Melissa is about to start, she hesitates as her eyes linger on his missing arm causing the two to fall in a short silence.

Seeing as they need a moment, Jiro gives Kirishima a light jab of her elbow and gestures for the two of them to go.

He nods and they gently leave, saying to Melissa. “We’ll catch up with you in a little bit.”

Melissa might need more than a little bit considering all the guilt and nervousness she’s suddenly filled with. Here now, she can finally see the direct result of their secrecy and… it hurts. [“Uncle Might… look I-”]

“I knew you were a genius.” Toshinori starts, not sounding at all harsh or mean. “But to be galactic level, now that’s something.” He smiles, proud of the young woman she’s become. “I bet David’s really proud of you.”

Everyone kindly gives the two some privacy by staying out of earshot but that does not mean some are at least curiously observing like Ochaco and Shoto.

“I might have lost my chance to talk to her.” Ochaco admits. “I need to thank her for my new helmet. I would have been dead without it.”

“I would like to speak with her too.” admits Shoto. “I’d like to recommend a new suit.”

Ochaco gives him a curious look. “Suit? What kind of suit?”

And so Shoto goes into a retelling of his, Bakugou’s, and Thirteen’s adventure on the Chimeran Hammer. To say it’s enthralling would be true if Shoto was at all an entertaining story teller. Which he is not.

As he retells his story Kraab and One-One scuttle on by both in conversation about one thing or another. As they go about they bump into Izuku’s legs but he pays them no mind since he’s currently being chewed out by a gang of pro heroes.

“Now Midoriya, let me state for the record that we’re all very glad to have you back safe and sound. And that we are looking forward to seeing you back in class. However, I have to make it clear,” *CRACK!* The demoness’s dark hair flows like fire with her eyes glowing red with rage as her fangs shine in the dark light. “Lying to your teachers is extremely naughty!” *CRACK!* “Naughty boy, just how long did you think you could get away with it?”

Izuku jumps back, pleading. “I-I-I’m so sorry Ms. Midnight! Please, I meant no disrespect!”

Snipe nearly bursts into laughter, but he manages to bite his tongue. “Relax kid, she's just busting your-uh, leg.”

“She was just worried about ya.” admits Ectoplasm. “We all were.”

“You gave us quite the scare.” adds Cementoss.

Bashfully Izuku smiles, finding this both flattering and regretful all at the same time. “Sorry about that. Guess I just…like to keep you all on your toes.”

Present Mic immediately bursts into a fit of laughter. “HAHAHA!!! You’re a real comedian! Seriously, your one-liners have gotten way better! Yo!”

“No, thanks to you.” Snipe playfully jabs to which they all break into laughter.

Izuku’s touched, truly. In all his life he never had a teacher care or even show him an ounce of respect. But now the entire academic staff of the one and only U.A. High is on his side. Gosh, he can’t even explain how…good it feels.

“We really missed you.” Midnight smiles while extending a long finger out. “Him especially.”

Unsure of who she means, Izuku shifts his head around to see that Mr. Aizawa is hanging back away from the crowd like the emo introvert he is. At least he seems to be enjoying the punch or whatever’s in that red cup of his.

An arm slings itself around the kid’s shoulder, and Present Mic brings him in for a side hug. “The polite thing to do would be to go say hello. You hear me, little listener?”

“I hear you.” And with a nod, the teachers watch him go with smiles and goodwill.

Although he’s not exactly confident in his approach. More like he’s cautiously trying to tiptoe his way closer to a feral animal that might just decide to scratch him if he’s not careful.

“H-hi, Mr. Aizawa. T-thanks for coming. I didn’t expect that you’d come to something like this.”

“I was dragged here.” he states all too bluntly. “Mic kidnapped me and shoved me into his car the moment I let my guard down. Rookie mistake.”

“Oh, I see…” Standing there awkwardly, Izuku really has no clue how to take it from there.

Thankfully he doesn't have to. “Your…Omnitrix changed.”

Raising his wrist, Izuku grips the green and newly slimmed down watch. “It did…”

“I heard it allows you to quick change.”

“It does.”

“Good. That means your efficiency in training can’t be burdened by a timer anymore. I expect your progress to ameliorate. And if it doesn’t then I promise you, you’ll wish you stayed on the moon.”

To anyone else they would see this as a threat. But for a member of Class 1-A this might as well be singing-praises. “I promise! I’ll work hard!”

“I know you will. Now go away. I need to rest. This music is giving me a headache.”

Frantically, and full of joy, Izuku bows to his sensei. “Thank you sir!” Before running off to rejoin everyone else.

No one can see it but Aizawa is smiling behind his scarf.

“SERIOUSLY!?! WHAT WAS THAT!?!’

Aizawa visibly grimaces as the most annoying duo imaginable decide to ruin his day.

“Seriously, Erasure? That’s all you could say?!” Present Mic mocks, teasingly. “Why can’t you just tell the kid “hey! I missed you! The classroom won’t be the same without your energy!”

Midnight giggles into her wrist before feigning concern. “Come now, Mic. You should know better than to pick on the tsundere.”

Aizawa so wishes he hadn’t come. “You two are just as mature as my students.”

“Aw! Love you too buddy.”

A crowd of aliens and students have gathered around one end of the store, cheering on a certain pink athletic girl with a talent for skating.

“Woooo!!” Mina slips and spins like a breakdancer on cardboard only her “board” is floating five feet in the air.  “Check me out!!” After one last flip she props herself up with a one arm handstand. “Look! No feet!! Hahaha!!”

There’s a roar of applause, even the aliens are impressed. Among them are her friends who are just begging for a turn.

Sero steps up to the plate. “Let me give it a shot, bet I nail it on my first try.”

“I’m next!” cheers Hagakure.

“I want a turn too!” shouts Kaminari.

A blue blur suddenly rushes past Sero, and in a blink of an eye, ML-E is magically standing there in the front of the line. “I’m next! I was first!”

As the girl’s babysitter, Ochaco feels obligated to step in and snatches her up. “Nope! Not you.”

ML-E immediately deflates in her arms. “Ah, man.”

“Hehehe.” Sero laughs. “Sorry, kid. Maybe next time.”

Chuckling From atop Chopper’s head, Kraab’s eye jots out like a camcorder. “Oh, I’ve got to see this. Gotta save it for a blooper reel.”

Struck with disbelief Tetrax so wishes for something alcoholic. “Well, I’m glad to see my old hoverboard is doing a good job entertaining children. You know I once hunted down a mutant Kraggon for three cycles through the volcanic canyons of Elpis. And now, it’s for party tricks.”

He’s currently hanging back with the old buddies of the Plumbers such as Magister Nezu, Gran Torno, Xylene, and Patelliday. They’re good company and making use of Mr. Baumann’s selection of drinks.

Principal Nezu can certainly see the irony in this fact. “You have such experience. Such talents. Skills. It would be a shame to see you waste all that on petty bounties.”

Tetrax feels the same, shamefully so. “When I was young it was exciting. Thought it was the perfect gateway to let me see the stars. I was a stupid kid.” He admits while watching Sero nearly face-planting off his old hoverboard as everyone laughs but cheers for him to try again. “I made so many mistakes and it cost me… everything.” Despite being made of diamonds, this old bounty hunter has never looked so tired and wrinkled.

Gran Torino has certainly found himself a kindred spirit. “Age tames us all. We can't help but see our early mistakes in the young.”

Xylene concurs. “Mistakes that can lead them to ruin.”

“That’s why we have to be there.” Principal Nezu turns to the Tetramand with an expected and purposeful look. “To help them through their own mistakes.”

“Magister… Are you asking me to stay?”

“I’m offering you a new home. And a chance to help it.”

Tetrax hesitates, it’s like a dream he never knew he was allowed to have has been opened to him. And maybe if he works hard it's one he can hold dear. “It’s a chance I won’t take lightly.”

“You’re upping recruitment now?” With a beer in hand Hisashi slides his way over. “But I thought you said we were about to receive a whole army?”

“An army still needs its generals, sunny.” explains Patelliday. “This place is going to be really uppity once they get here. Should be fun.”

“Sounds like a ton of paperwork.” Hisashi admits. “And trouble if you ask me. Things are gonna get real crowded here real soon. We’re not going to be that charming little backwoods town anymore.”

“Don’t you worry, I’m not leaving you minnows out to dry.”

Hisashi raises an eyebrow. “You transferring, sir?”

“Transferring?” Patelliday gives him a jagged tooth smirk. “I’m officially your superior as of this morning. Handed in my transfer papers right as I walked in through the doors. This is officially my first day of work here on Earth.”

“Is that right?” Grabbing a beer from out of the nearby cooler, Hisashi hands him a cold one. “Well, in that case. Here’s to your first day.”

Using his tooth to pop the cap, Patelliday bangs his drink to his. “To my first day.”

And they toast.

Seeing them reminds Nezu that he spoke of the same thing to Xylene earlier. “And what of you my dear? Will you be taking permanent residence here as well?”

Xylene has thought it over and she’s come to one conclusion. “I’m not one to remain…stationary.” If she notices Gran Torino’s subtle dejection then she doesn’t react to it but instead continues to explain her reasoning. “And I despise leaving my goals unfinished. And right now my mission is to find answers. Who created the Omnitrix? Why create such a weapon? And where are they now?”

Tetrax frowns with suspicion. “You’ve been searching for this creator for months, surely you must have some kind of lead?”

“I’ve scoured and searched but I only ever found one potential rumor.”

Hisashi frowns, curious as to her implication. “A rumor?”

“Well, it’s more of a legend.”

“Legend? What legend?”

“The legend… of the Sculptor of Worlds.”

The reactions are mixed mostly of disbelief, confusion, and disregard. Especially from Hisashi. “The Sculptor of Worlds? They’re nothing but a myth. Like Hercules and Odyseeius, they’re fantastical poems, fables meant to be shared in a classroom.”

In the past, Xylene would agree but then again, can they really rule it out? “Perhaps but do we not all know that even your earth’s myths have some truth?”

For Principal Nezu it certainly is worth the consideration. “The Omnitrix is a device that could only be created in myth and theory. Does that not mean its creator is of equal or greater legend?”

Well that certainly is food for thought.

As if sensing a change in the air, Izuku sits up and spins around in his barstool seat, towards the conversing Plumbers. He’s curious about what could have been so enthralled, but he’s distracted when a cold glass touches his arm.

“Here you go.” Mr. Baumann shoves him a cold drink from behind the counter.

Taking it, Izuku eyeballs it worriedly. “Uhhh…”

“Relax, it’s just a soda.”

Izuku immediately lights up. “Thanks.” And he chugs it down as if it was a shot.

At the counter beside him is Lucy Mann and of course, his first mentor, Thirteen.

Thirteen has ditched their helmet, allowing them full access to the food and drink. But right now they’re in conversation with the disguised Lenopan. “What about you Ms. Mann?” asks Thirteen. “Will you be transferring to Earth or going back to being a solo act?”

“Well technically I’m not even here right now.” Lucy winks, while playing with her hair. “I’m technically investigating an illegal spice ring in Promethea right now. And I’m closing in on a lead.”

“I’m sure you are.” And with that the two clink their glasses and share a toast.

Leaning over Izuku innocently asks, “Is that a soda too?”

“Nope!” Thirteen smiles and downs the whole thing, finishing it with a satisfied exhale. “So, how you hanging in there?”

“I’m…it…this all feels like a dream.” Izuku admits while watching as Power Loader gets into a deep conversation about power couplings and converter coils with Melissa and One-One. “It’s unreal.”
“Hm, this sounds like it’ll require more alcohol.” Thirteen waves Mr. Baumann over who politely but judgefully refills her drink.

And Izuku shares his judgement, “Should you really be drinking that much?”

“Hey, don’t judge me. Mark my words, the moment you and your little friends are old enough you’ll all be drinking each other under the table.” Honestly the thought of that is absolutely hilarious. “You're all a rowdy bunch, that’s for sure.”

“You think so?” Izuku jokes before realizing the irony of the moment Kirishima crashes after attempting to ride his hoverboard. “You might be right.”

“Hahaha! That’s just to say that you and your friends really are something.” Thirteen looks wistful like a mother bird proudly observing her flock.  “They’ve gone far and beyond for you.”

With a chuckle, Izuku can’t help but throw out a cheesy one liner. “You could say they’ve gone, to infinity and beyond.”

“Oh, Ha. Ha.” Thirteen fake laughs before enjoying their drink once again.

Swishing around his own drink, he watches how the bubbles fizz to the surface.  “But you’ve gone far beyond for me too. Really, all this is thanks to you.”

“Nope. It was all Uraraka’s idea.” Shaking their head, Thirteen prepares to take another sip.

“Not that…I mean you were the first one.”

Thirteen pauses, the drink just centimeters from their lips.

“You were the first one to show me any kindness.” Izuku almost seems tired, just the memory of that day seems to bring about a heavy weight. “When we first met I was…not great. I thought my dreams were crushed. I was confused and lost. My life was over…”

Thirteen…puts down their drink. Their face remains impassive but they are listening.

“When I found the Omnitrix I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. Where to go. Who to turn to.” There’s a shift in his voice, in his expression, it’s becoming lighter, happier even. “But then you came and guided me in the right direction. Thanks to you I learned how to use the Omnitrix. Thanks to you I got into U.A. Thanks to you I found a place that I can be useful to people.” He makes sure to look them right in the eye as he states what he should have said a long time ago. “Thanks to you, I get to live my dream.”

Well, they’re certainly flattered, “You’re giving me too much credit.”

“No, I haven’t been giving you enough. And it’s selfish but I hope you will keep guiding me. I still have so much to learn from you.”

“As long as the stars shine, I will be there.” Thirteen promises full heartedly, before enjoying the last of their drink that warms their stomach as much as Izuku has warmed their heart.

Just as they are about to wave Mr. Baumann over for a top off, Thirteen spots a certain someone awkwardly hanging back at the end of the counter. “Here’s your next lesson,” They start and Izuku sits up with attention. “When you see a cute girl at the bar. You talk to her.” And with a shove they push Izuku to turn around to see Ochaco sheepishly waving over at them both.

Startled, Izuku jumps back. “Are you drunk?!”

Laughing Thirteen hops away, “Yup!!”

Standing there, Izuku, suddenly feeling very awkward and shy, fidgets in place much to Ochaco’s amusement.

So, he aims for an obvious target of conversation. “Thirteen can hold their liquor. Who knew?” he shrugs, exaggeratedly.

It works as Ochaco immediately finds the idea oh so amusing, “Crazy right?! I hope I’m that high tolerant.”

Izuku chuckles and they share a quick laugh that quickly shrinks away and they fall into another awkward exchange of silence.

Leaning back, Izuku twiddles his soda as Ochaco simply folds her hands behind her back, uncertainly. She clearly has something to say or maybe give him but is unsure of how to go about it. But after considering it she eventually grows a spine. “I have something for you.”

Well, that’s not really a surprise, honestly. “You already threw me a party. Got me a new helmet. Not to mention you rescued me from space. And you still have more?”

“Well, this is more of a favor to someone else.” And from behind her back she holds out a little letter. It’s crumbled, stained, and worn but she’s holding it so delicately and with care like it was made of a fragile crystal.

He takes it, holding it just as gently. “What’s this?”

She smiles, “A letter. From your new biggest fan.”

Curious, he unfolds it and makes an attempt to read it but this letter is almost illegible. Like it’s been shoved into a dryer, ran over by a car, and then dunked into a swamp.

“Sorry it kinda got…wet.” 

Not sure what that means, he goes back to unwrinkling the letter before finally giving it a read.

Ochaco observes him closely, and admittedly a part of her wants to peer over his shoulder and give it a read too. But those words are not for her, they’re for him, from a kid who so desperately wanted to say thank you.

And judging by the tear rolling down his cheek, Kota’s words must have been just that. Wiping it away, a small smile forms along with a light chuckle. “You have got to be the galaxy’s greatest messenger.”

“I try.” And truthfully it’s a relief that she was finally able to deliver it to him. It seems to be exactly what he needed. Ever since he stepped into the store she knew he must have been having some…hesitations, worries, and guilt. But hopefully this letter, Kota’s words, and seeing everyone here is exactly what he needed.

[“This is all, Izuku Midoriya’s FAULT!!!”]

Izuku’s blood runs cold as he jumps away from the counter in freight, and spins around to find that the TV hanging just above the counter has been turned on and coincidentally tuned into the New Harangue Nation Broadcasting Service. Where one Will Harangue is blasting him on live air.

[“If it weren’t for him we’d still have our Symbol of Peace!! Why won’t U.A. allow Izuku Midoriya to release a statement? To be questioned? What is he hiding?! Just who-”]

Will Harangue suddenly freezes as the pause icon appears in the corner of the screen.

Looking mighty guilty with that remote in his hands, Mr. Baumann drops it on the counter like it personally betrayed him. “Sorry about that. I just wanted to listen to something other than this hip and hop.” he waves annoyedly towards Present Mic and his obnoxiously loud DJ booth.

But Izuku isn’t focused on him but on the TV, on that hateful scowl, and most important those words frozen on the headline: Izuku Midoriya, Threat or Menace!?

Izuku’s fingers tighten against the letter to the point he may accidentally tear it. And in a panic he swerves around seeing if anyone else had overheard the news anchor as well. But it’s clear that they have, many of the aliens overheard and are staring at him with a mix of sympathy and pity. But they quickly look away, trying to pretend they had not heard a thing to avoid upsetting him.

Izuku rips his gaze away so as to not let them show that their reactions, albeit unintentional, got to him. But as his gaze turns away he accidentally locks eyes with a pair of vexed red eyes.

Standing alone with his arms crossed in silent judgment, Bakugou keeps his gaze locked on Izuku as if observing him, as if he’s looking for something. It’s not a harsh look, but it’s enough to make Izuku doubt himself and his composure. He feels hot, his lungs feel tight, and the ceiling seems to be getting closer and closer.

Hurriedly, he stuffs the letter into his pocket as he suddenly, and without warning, heads for the exit.

Jumping with concern, Ochaco calls after him. “Where are you going? You alright?”

“I-I j-just…need some a-air.” He tries to sound convincing but not even can lie to himself. “And I’m not going far, there’s a beach just down the road. I’ll be there if you're looking for me.”

“Um, okay. If you’re sure…” She certainly isn’t sure about this but she’s uncertain if it’s really the right call to force him to stay here…

It’s not like he’s waiting for her permission, he goes, making a point as to not make anymore eye contact with Bakugou who hasn’t stopped staring at him. And so, with his head down he hurries away.

Ochaco reaches for him, but she holds herself back, unsure of how to help him any further…

She watches him leave, shoving the large doors aside as quickly as he can before vanishing into the evening light. And she’s forced to look away in the direction of where Bakugou is. The two of them lock eyes but he averts his gaze back towards the door, back towards Izuku. The two stand there, not exchanging a look or glance but after a moment, Bakugou shoves himself forward and heads off…

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It’s quiet, serene with only the waves rhythmically pushing against the sand providing any ambiance. It’s warm too, not as hot as the blistering noon or as cool as the night, just warm, the soft light of the setting sun providing comfort like a blanket. Dagobah Beach has never felt so pristine.

“This place is a dump.”

Leaning backwards and propping himself on his elbows, Izuku peers back and spots Bakugou standing atop of the retaining wall that’s looking over that beach.

On any other day he’d humorously remark that this place “used to be a dump” but he’s not exactly in the mood for conversation. Electing instead to not aggravate the bomber but to sit back up and stare back out to the endless ocean in silence.

He half expects Bakugou to snap at him for ignoring him or to say something in an attempt to set him off, especially as he hears his steps crunching against the sand and growing closer. Izuku braces himself for whatever verbal explosions coming his way, he even holds his breath in anticipation.

Only for it all to die away for sheer bewilderment as Bakugou sits himself down just a few feet away. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t breath a peep, he just sits there and looks out towards the setting sun.

Unsure of what to make of this, Izuku remains silent and waits, watching the horizon. And so they both sit watching the orange sky grow just dim enough for the stars to just start barely  peeking through the sky.

“Was this the place?”

The question itself doesn’t catch Izuku off guard but the fact that he even spoke gives him a little start.  “What?”

Instead of being offended Bakugou simply repeats his question. “Was this the place where you found that…watch? The Omnitrix?”

He hesitates to answer. “Yeah, it is.”

“Huh.” And with a nod Bakugou quiets down once again.

As they sit there Izuku’s mind wonders back to the first few days of finding the device. Specifically, how he handled himself around Bakugou, especially as they entered U.A. together. How a part of him felt some sense of responsibility or obligation to tell him that he wasn’t lying about having a Quirk his whole life. How it came to be. And what it means for them. It’s a feeling he buried during their first Hero Course Training but now it’s resurfacing.

“It was washed up here in a pod.” He starts in a soft, almost hushed tone. “Right over there.” He points just fifteen feet away, near the water. “ In a junked-up pod.”

Bakugou chortles, “Only you would be dumb enough to reach into trash.”

Izuku smiles softly, “Yeah, only me.”

“Yeah, only you would stumble across something so Earth shattering.” Bakugou shakes his head at the notion. “Still wrapping my head around all this. For fucks sake I knew something was up but not in a million fucking years would I have guessed this.”

“Yeah…no one in a million years would believe us.”

Bakugou laughs, outright laughs, heartfully. “Hahahaha! This is insane! Just a day ago I thought the top had an end! That the peak was right there! Now to know that it’s even further it’s-”

“Scary…?”

“Na.” Bakugou shakes his head with a grin. “It’s exciting.”

Izuku’s brain freezes, stunned by his answer.

“Forgot Japan, forget Earth, I now got a chance to be the Number One Hero in the fucking galaxy!” He howlers, jumping to his feet as he declares it to the world. “When that happens, I’ll have surpassed even All Might!” Bakugou proclaims with such passion and confidence it could be considered either as inspiring or insane. Maybe both.

The notion really takes Izuku back, back to simpler, easier times. Before they knew how the world really worked, how tough it can really be. Back when they used to collect hero cards together and celebrate in gears when they each drew that special All Might card. Back when they each made promises to become heroes. The Number One Hero. Just like All Might.

Bakugou especially was ambitious. Izuku’s known that his whole life and for so long he chased that ambition, it led him like a rope, he was always staring at Bakugou’s back. Until he was finally ready to let go and chase after that ambition himself. And when he did he thought he’d never thought he’d be chasing that dream shoulder to shoulder with Kacchan.

Grinning, Bakugou spins around to give Izuku a heads up. “Don’t think that just you have a head start in all this that I won’t catch up. Just watch I’ll blast right past ya if you’re not careful!”

Now it’s Izuku’s turn to laugh, “Hey you’re the one with the head start at least people here don’t hate you.” He immediately bites his tongue, realizing his slipup. And what’s worse he just reminded himself of why he needed to walk out in the first place. He’s been harassed, bullied, and looked down his whole life but this feels different. It feels terrible.

“Fuck the haters!”

Izuku snaps up, “What?”

“Fuck em!” Bakugou repeats. “Who cares what they think? Who cares what anyone says about you or me or any of us? We know what we are.” With a wild grin, he glares out towards the setting sun as if challenging it to a fight as he proudly declares. “We’re heroes. And we’re a force to be reckoned with.”

His words hit Izuku hard. ‘Heroes. Yes. That is what we are. That is what we are going to be. No one ever said it was going to be easy. If anything they’ve all told us that from the start. From Thirteen, to All Might, to Mr. Aizawa, to their friends and family. They all said it’ll be tough but not to discourage us but to push us forward.’

“It’ll happen just you wait and see, Deku 9!” Grinning Bakugou spins around and looks Izuku right in the eye and says. “This world ain’t gonna be ready for what we have in store for them!!”

Smiling Izuku admits aloud, “We still have a long road ahead of us until we get there.”

Chuckling, Bakugou plops himself back down, this time facing his old childhood friend. “Then tell me, what will we do in the meantime?”

Thinking on that, a sly smirk begins to form on Izuku’s face.

[PLAY: The Hives - Hate To Say I Told You So ]

A tidal wave of carnivorous insects flood a prison, attacking guards and officers without remorse as prisoners like the Sludge Villain, SAM, Hex, Zombozo, Apex, and others attempt an escape. All the while Clancy walks amongst the chaos with a maniacal grin and laugh.

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

Deep beneath the waves of the Pacific the damaged but still intact head of the Techadon lies at the bottom of a dark trench. Which is illuminated on occasion by the Techadon’s visor occasionally starting up with a glitching spark.

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

A round table of armored knights surrounds an illuminating map of the entire planet. Upon it a number of cities, countries, and targets are highlighted.

One of these knights draws his sword and with a mighty swing he's run his sword straight through the image of a smiling Deku 9.

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

Dr. Animo manicaly laughs as he stands before his creations, a horde of mutated animals from across the globe all bow in respect to their master.

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

Tomura Shigaraki leans against a rotting desk while surrounded by his League of Villains which consist of Kurogiri, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Charmcaster, Twice, Magne, Spinner, and Mr. Compress. They have all gathered around as Nue makes his trumpet return to them by smashing through the door, literally. Nue greets them all with a jagged fang grin as his new recruits, Rojo and SevenSeven, follow him inside.

To which upon seeing them all, a cruel and sadistic grin stretches across Shigaraki’s chapped features. 

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

In the depths of an immobilized star cruiser a pair of frogmen cower and jump at every shadow. Their blasters may be drawn but they might as well be holding sticks as a hunter lurches out from the shadows with his pet in toe. And with a blood curdling roar the huntsman lunges at his prey!!

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

A virus or rather a shadow stirs from within the Omnitrix. Chains snap. Codes break. Walls crash. And protocols are smashed. As a specter of grey and of a purple gaze claws for its freedom.

𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞 𝄞

Within the offices of the Hero Public Safety Commission, Lieutenant Steel has reported into the Madam President, who is currently briefing him on his next assignment. As she does, a number of dossiers with various names and photos have been strewn across her desk. And each one has been stamped with the same engraving of Task Force X.

[PAUSE MUSIC]

Back on the beach, a smiling Izuku shrugs at Bakugou's question. “I don’t know. I guess get our Hero Licenses.”

Bakugou blinks, “Oh, yeah… I forgot about that.”

(RESUME MUSIC!!!)

ROLL CREDITS!!!

It’s done. It’s over. It’s finished. For now. Yes, this was the end to the Abduction Arc. Now I know many of you wanted to see more or wanted the characters to go more in depth and address certain events, themes, and character arcs. But truth be told I am going to go more in depth with those topics in the next installment. Not the next chapter. Not the next update. The next story. Yes. “Heroes Never Die; It’s Hero Time” has come to an end. It’s time has come. Which means in due time “Heroes Never Die; It’s Hero Time VOLUME II!!!” will have plenty to work with!!

I am going to call this story as complete and reset myself with a brand new fic that will continue our journey with Deku 9 and his friends. I know this seems unfair after all it took me over a year to finish this last arc. Well that was unintentional, it was NEVER supposed to take this long. That being said, for the longest time I was already planning to take a long hiatus after I finished Volume I of the story.  I need time to recoup but mostly I need to plan everything else out. I mean come one this is Chapter 89!! I think I earned this. Plus, I had the entire story up until this point all planned out but with MHA manga having come to an end and with more time having passed I can finally outline and plan out the rest of my story from beginning to end.

This will also be the time I need to re-organize all the suggestions you, my dear readers, have listed out for me over the years. So, I’m gonna be diving into those comments sections for a while. That’s gonna be fun. And speaking of which I know a lot of you, and I do mean a lot of you, have a lot you want to see in this story as well. Well, I would like to add a means of more direct contact. Fanfic’s DMing system sucks majorly. So, I am debating about getting a Discord server started or an Instagram going. I’m not really sure yet what I should do since I am not overly familiar with either of those. Either way this is all in an effort to bring you guys the best possible story that I can.

And that takes time to figure out. This will be the time to cement that road this story will take in the future. How long will this process take? I don’t know. Maybe six months. Maybe a full year. I need time. Also I would like a chance to work on a smaller fanfic or two during this time. I do have a few ideas I wanna do like an MHA x Slugterra crossover or maybe some MHA one-shots, or short stories in the realms of Harry Potter, How to Train Your Dragon, or whatnot. These would be nothing big, just something for me to vent out my creative juices. Plus, I still have “Heroes Never Die; It’s Hero Time, Anytime” too. So, I’m not completely gone. And I have NO plans on abandoning this story. I’ll still be around, and I hope you guys will be too.

I still plan on updating to this story but that’ll just be me answering comments, maybe making announcements, and such. And when I return, oh trust me, Volume I is gonna get a new chapter. Think of it as a trailer. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. I just want to thank you all for just the overwhelming support you have given to my fanfic over the years. It’s truly been an experience, and it’s become a part of my life in ways I didn’t think it would. So much of myself, the fandom, our characters, and the world have changed since we started our Alien Academia but if I have to be on this rollercoaster ride then I am so glad I’m strapped in with all of you. You’ve all been so kind, supportive, thoughtful, insightful, and patient with me. Through your reviews, written comments, thoughtful feedback, inspiring fanart, theme songs, informative facts, essay’s worth of suggestions, thousands of questions, and even setting up a TV Tropes Page. I can truly never repay any of you. And for all that you are all HEROES in my book.

Thank you and I can’t wait to hear from you next time.

Love,

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