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Magnus the Red did not know where he stood. Granted, he didn’t know a lot of things. Being the son of the Emperor of Mankind as well as a general of a legion of superhuman warriors would make one think he knew a lot, and well… granted he did, more than any of his brothers he’d dare say, but despite him being a powerful psycher, Magnus understood he had a flaw. One that, unfortunately, damned him and his legion. He was overconfident. 

He sold his soul to a devil of the Warp, and now he paid the price. His soul was shattered in fragments, and the one pure part of him was forced to drift in the void, unthinking and unmoving. Well, he did have a few moments of thinking. Talking to Jagahtai, fusing with one of his sons to create Janus, and some other small things. In the end though, it was just him, floating. To say it was a living hell was an understatement, but it was one Magnus accepted. He had a huge hand in why the galaxy was torn asunder, so he had to live with the punishment. That was, of course, until he woke up in a strange void, feeling quite different.

“W-what!? Where, how… What in imperial hell is going on?!” Magnus shouted, looking around. It looked like his personal study back on Prospero, but the outer walls and shelves were slowly breaking apart, floating away, but staying still at the same time. It was like standing in the Warp, but with some form of order. Before Magnus could question it any further, small but demanding footsteps approached him. Turning around, Magnus saw a figure he had never seen before. Pure white skin and pitch-black eyes stared deep into his broken soul, the green glow emanating from them eerily similar to his own purple glowing eye. It didn’t help that the figure wore simple clothing, but his stance demanded respect. Before Magnus could speak however, the figure spoke.

“Well ain’t this an interesting turn of events. Wasn’t expecting you to be the vestige for this new reality but I guess it could be worse. I could be working with Angron or Mortarian.” The figure chuckled, rubbing his glasses as his red horns seemed to glow as he laughed. Magnus couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. 

“I must ask, what is going on? And who are you, I am not aware of any species like you, and I for sure as hell know my brothers have never met you… so again… who are you?” Magnus would have glared while he said that, but something told him to keep his attitude in check. The figure just shrugged.

“Oh me? I’m just a being that transcends the traditional laws of time and space. While I WOULD share my name, that isn’t important. What is important is why you are here, in this… I wouldn’t call it a void but eh, void makes most sense. Actual voids are HELLA fucked up.” The figure chuckled before floating up to meet with Magnus eye-to-eye. This being was certainly an odd one. 

“Ight so let me explain the situation. Are you at least aware of the idea of a multiverse? Multiple dimensions, realities, timelines, that kind of stuff?” Magnus nodded, to which the figure seemed happy to hear, though it was hard to tell considering they didn’t have a mouth. 

“Cool, thought you would. Anyways, well, it is VERY real and so much more complicated than even that shifting bastard Tzeentch could ever imagine. I like to describe it like a mixture of a bee's nest and a spider’s web in terms of structure, but infinite. Are you still with me?” Another nod.

“Nice. Moving on, there are some beings that like to mess with different realities. Destroying them, removing key parts of them, hell even mixing them with others… which is where YOU come in!” The being poked Magnus’s chest, who gave a small growl at the action. The being simply ignored him and carried on. 

“Your timeline and the other timeline were just being created, and a certain someone decided it’d be funny to just… blend them. No fusing, not flip flops, just taking the two and merging them as if nothing happened. Luckily I stopped it from happening, but some energy from your timeline leaked into this one, and thus I needed to patch it. So, I grabbed the nearest lost souls and bada-bing bada-boom you’re here now!” The figure raised his hands, gesturing to the room around them. Magnus just raised an eyebrow before sighing.

“That… that tells me nothing.” Magnus gave the being a deadpanned look. The figure paused, scratching his chin.

“Fair, alright, just gimmie a second to go into detail. We got all the time in the new world, after all!”

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Turns out, Magnus was far more ignorant to the secrets of the universe than he thought. The being explained in great detail the differences between a universe, multiverse, and the Omniverse. Then he learned of the beings that traveled the Omniverse, which the being in front of him, who finally told him his name (what kind of name is RT?), was. RT would continue to explain he always kept an eye out for universes that were being destroyed, unsafely mixed, or just straight up acting odd. That way he could save countless lives and make sure those who thought that messing with the Omniverse itself was a good idea were taught a lesson. Magnus couldn’t help but be impressed. RT’s power was somewhat similar to his own, having a heavy emphasis on spells and magic. 

Though the next part was what confused Magnus the most.

“So… I am in the mind of a yet to be born child, who in MOST realities of this specific universe, is born without a power? Something almost eighty percent of Te… excuse me, EARTH’S population has? But I will be, essentially, this child’s quirk?” Magnus gave RT a look of, to put it bluntly, ‘what the fuck?’ RT just gave the large red skinned man a shrug. 

“Yup, if I have to alter a universe, I try to not just throw a person into it. I'd rather get a bit creative. Also, considering you’re the noble shard of Magnus, it means that Izuku Midoriya… or Izu… or Aoi… well honestly it kinda depends. Midoriyas seem to be very flexible in terms of who they are. ANYWAYS, it basically means you can be a massive help to the kid. God knows they’ll need it.” Magnus couldn’t help but nod. It made sense to a degree. If the child was pure of heart and could handle the power, they would need a mentor, and he could always be there. As he was rolling over the idea in his mind, RT chuckled softly.

“Granted… they might also get two other quirks… or have their quirk mutated in unexpected ways…” This caused Magnus to pause and look down at RT, confused. RT looked into Magnus’s eyes, a new seriousness held deep within.

“While the fusion of yours and this world was halted, and the energy properly transferred and modified, that doesn’t mean it was perfect. I suspect from the massive power this quirk wields that there are two others here. Unfortunately I suspect they are dormant, and as such aren’t fully manifested yet. I have no clue who they may be or even if they are indeed here. Regardless… you have your hands full with this one.” RT looked deep into the void before giving out a loud sigh.

“Welp, looks like my time is up. I wish I could give more answers and help out but my time in this realm is already strained so I have to move on.” RT patted Magnus on the shoulder, winking at the lost primarch. “But I’m sure you’ll be fine. As flawed as you are, you ARE indeed human. And you have a mind unlike any other. Give this Midoyira the power they need to fuck up those who harm the weak, eh?” RT floated down to ground level and began to walk away. Magnus couldn’t even form words, but he couldn’t help but smile. He watched RT walk until he couldn’t see him anymore. Letting out a held breath, Magnus looked to the shelves of his new home… life? Whatever it was, there were books. Books he recognized and ones he did not. Pulling one down he read the title. 

Quirks: The Basics

At least he wasn’t going into this blind.

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Izumi Midoriya always knew she was an odd one. Was it because of her hair, its green locks slowly fading into a crimson red? Or perhaps was it the fact her left eye glowed whenever she felt intense emotions? Nope, it was neither of those things. Of all the things that could make her stand out, it was the one thing that almost everyone had.

Her quirk. Why, why did this make her the odd one? Well, to put it in the words of her childhood friend…

“Your quirk is fucking bullshit, Deku!” 

Yup. That was it. 

Izumi sighed, looking up at the blonde boy who she had once considered her friend, her green eyes meeting his red. He held that classic sneer that bothered her to no end. It was like a rabid wolf, vicious and controlled. She could visibly see how hard it was for Katsuki Bakugou to hold back his quirk, how his fingers twitched, asking for a fight. A fight that would never come.

“Yeah, I get it, Bakugou. A complicated over complex quirk is indeed bullshit. I have heard you say those words almost every day for the past eighteen years of our lives. Could you please get something new, at least?” She gave a stone hard glare at Bakugou. In return, he snarled, slamming his hands into her desk. She couldn’t help but flinch, which bothered her. She’d been friends with this angry teen for the first few years of her life, but the moment she got her quirk and found out how complex it was, compared to the powerful and simple quirk of Bakugou’s, she had been slowly but surely cast aside. 

That’s why she found herself on the other end of Bakugou’s explosions. Because in his eyes, the quirkless, weak-quirked, “villain”-quirked, and the complex quirked were all worthless. And of course, her school seemed to agree, to add to the problems. In fact, her homeroom teacher looked at what was happening, and dare she say, the bastard smiled. Of course he did…

“Alright alright, enough playing around, let’s get the lessons going.” Izumi mentally sighed in relief as Bakugou growled and sat back down in his seat. But considering the looks she was getting, they weren't done talking about her “bullshit quirk.” She just rolled her eyes at him, getting a rabid snarl in return. Because of course. 

Classes were what they usually were. Dull, boring, and far too easy. She didn't know why she had such a high intellect, considering most of her time at home was spent analyzing heroes and practicing with her quirk, but she wasn’t complaining. It usually meant she could just ignore the lesson and work on her notebooks. That was until the last few minutes of school.

“Remember to hand in your applications for university if you plan on attending one. They are due by the end of tomorrow!” That got Izumi’s attention, her eye glowing from the rush of excitement she got. To put it simply, fuck yeah! She’d been looking forward to applying for university for quite some time now and of COURSE she knew exactly where she wanted to go. Quickly grabbing an application, she couldn’t help but giggle with excitement. 

But once again, life decided to throw a wrench in her plans. As she walked through the graffiti covered halls and past the immature classmates, she smelled the scent of burning caramel. Groaning, Izumi considered simply taking a different route. But no, she knew better. They’d just follow her home. And considering what was waiting for her at home? Yeah she’d rather at least have a few minutes of no confrontation than two back to back. 

“Fucking FINALLY, Deku, what took your dumbass so long!?” Bakugou all but roared, his two lackeys following close behind him. Izumi had long since forgotten their names, she just knew they were really REALLY annoying to deal with, especially with them sucking up to Bakugou. 

“Oh, I dunno, school stuff? What do you think, Bakugou?” Izumi retorted, squinting at her classmate. Bakugou just snarled, walking right into Izumi’s face. 

“I think you’re just pathetic. Get in your head, Deku! You can’t be a hero, and you shouldn’t be one either! You’re messed up in the head, your quirk is stupid, and you can even do anything beyond lighting yourself on fire! What kind of shit is that?!” He let loose some small explosions, causing Izumi to wince and his lackeys to laugh. 

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever, Bakugou, you just don’t know how much practice I do with my quirk without you around! You don’t deserve to know anyways…” She glared back at him. Neither budged from their positions. Izumi could feel a raging fire inside her, one that usually built up whenever she was upset. The kind that urged her to lash out, or at the very least show she wasn’t a pushover. But like always… she pushed it down. Taking a deep breath, she pushed past Bakugou and his goons. Of course… that was a mistake. How could she tell?

Well, the small explosion to the back of her head. 

It hurt like hell, despite her having dealt with blows like this before. She fell down, rubbing the back of her head, feeling burnt hair. It bothered her quite a bit. She grew this hair all by herself goddamnit! But there wasn’t much she could do about it. Sighing, she slowly got herself up back to her feet, the laughter of that damn wolf and his shitty pack putting her on edge. She could handle this… she always could handle this… it couldn’t get worse… right?

“Here’s some advice, you fucking Deku! Next time you try to be a hero, just swan dive off the nearest roof! Then maybe you can help some people out! Mainly ME!” 

Izumi froze, Bakugou’s words hitting her harder than any explosion or kick ever had. She could hear the chuckles behind her and the footsteps walking away. She stood there for a few moments, the tears in her eyes building up, even as she tried to push them back down. His words rolled around in his head, causing her to shake. 

It took a few minutes, but eventually she could start moving again. It was slow, painfully slow, but she was moving. She could feel the fire of her quirk flickering around her, but she paid no attention to it. The rage and sorrow she felt in her chest was stronger than before, as if it was speaking to her… or at least trying to. 

She kept moving, the world around her just… gone. She heard shouts, some curses, but nothing registers. She doesn’t keep track of her footsteps. She just kept moving. Her destination was now unclear. She didn’t want to go home to whatever her mother had planned. She wanted to go somewhere, anywhere else. Was it that easy to break her? Sure those words were harsh, practically villainous, but they were just words when you boiled them down… right? 

“H-Hey! Watch ou-OOMF!” Izumi collided with an unknown figure, effectively kicking her out of her slump. The two fell to the ground, a groan slipping out of her mouth, her eyes closed as she rubbed her head. She could still feel the tears streaming down her cheeks but as she opened her eyes, her own torment washed away. In its place was embarrassment. She had just bumped into an adult. And worse of all, it was a hero she knew very well. The styled blond hair and leather jacket said everything.

“I-I am so sorry, P-Present Mic, sir! I-I was d-distracted and-and…” Izumi began to panic, waving her arms in front of her, struggling to even stand up. Of course this day had to get worse…

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Hizashi Yamada expected many things during his few patrols as a pro hero. Villains, kidnappings, drug dealings, the basic shenanigans. What he wasn’t expecting was a high schooler who was very clearly not having a good day running into him. How did he know? Well a few things. But the clearest indicator was how she had run into him. Her eyes seemed empty, her head was lowered, and an seemingly endless stream of tears falling down her face. Now, she was panicking, as if she had done something wrong and unforgivable. Yup, kid was not having a good day.

“Hey hey hey, listener, you’re alright! No reason to panic! Stuff like this happens all the time, don’t you worry about it!” He was already standing up, brushing himself off. He extended a hand down to the young woman, who paused their panicking to look at him confused. Ah yup… no trust for full fledged adults either, eh? But the woman still took his hand, albeit hesitantly. Hizashi pulled her up, patting her on the back. He did immediately regret it, however, considering how she flinched. 

YUP. This was officially a Present Mic-issued case!

“S-Still… sorry sir. I-I probably messed your route up a-and…” Hizashi had to hold in a sigh as the woman began to mumble at high speeds. Though he could understand it. She was blaming herself… a lot. Rolling his eyes playfully, he poked the young woman’s forehead softly, getting her out of her own mumble storm. 

“Again kid, you’re all good. My patrol was almost over anyways, and nothing actually happened. In fact, I can help you out now!” He gave her a large warm smile, which seemed to calm the listener down. She took a deep breath, letting it out with a small nod. 

PROGRESS!

“Now kiddo, what’s your name? If I wanna help you out, even if it's a walk home, it’ll probably be a good idea to get your name, eh?” She nodded to that, though Hizashi did notice a tinge of sadness at the question. Even more baggage to open up.

“I-Izumi… Izumi Midoriya, sir…” 

“That’s a beautiful name, kiddo! Now, what can this ole’ Pro help you out with today?” Hizashi made a dramatic pose, which got a giggle out of Midoriya. Though it was short lived, as a blanket of sadness and… was that fear… covered her expression. 

“I… I was headed home but… some things came up and… and well…” She stopped, trying to form the words. Hizashi frowned, a hundred thoughts running through his head. Then he noticed something on the back of her head, which caused all those thoughts to freeze over.

“Midoriya… is that a burn mark?” This caused Midoriya to freeze, eyes widening. Hizashi had to push down a growl. Yup, this was getting worse by the second. This was also hitting him hard. He himself didn’t exactly have a great childhood. Hell, his time as a young adult was practically worse in some ways! But he persevered due to the help of the few friends he had. 

This girl, he couldn’t see a single soul around helping her. The way she flinched under any physical contact by itself didn’t paint a pretty picture of her home life. Perhaps a family member with a fire quirk, or maybe a classmate. And considering Midoriya’s stress it could easily be both. Hizashi had to make a choice here…

And it was a damn easy choice to make.

“Hey listener, why don’t you come back with me to the radio station? I don’t think you going home is a good idea…” Hizashi put a hand softly on the woman’s shoulder. When Midoriya gave him a cautious but hopeful look, his heart broke even further. Why was the world so cruel to youngsters? 

“S-Sure… I-I’m okay w-with that…” She gave a shaky nod, inching closer to the pro. Hizashi pulled her close, giving the girl a hug. A soft sob inched its way out of Midoriya’s mouth, the listener now shaking hard. Hizashi sighed. It was going to be a long night. 

The moment Hizashi got back to the station, his staff hurried to get Midoriya into one of the spare rooms. The woman was clearly overwhelmed but went along with it all, surprisingly. It wasn’t much but it was something. Hizashi, on the other hand, went to his office and pulled out his phone. He had some calls to make. Starting with his husband.

“ Zashi… this better be important.”

“It is, Sho. I’d explain over the phone, but I think it’s better for you to just come down to the station. I need to open a case, and it’d be easier if two pros were in on it.”

“,... It’s a kid, huh?”

Hizashi sighed, shaking his head fondly.

“Yeah, it's a kid. High school I believe. I’ll be getting a better look at their whole story tonight, but for now that’s about all I got.”

“Right. I’ll be there soon. Just have to wrap up cleaning the kitchen. See you soon.” 

The two said goodbye and hung up. Hizashi loved his husband, especially when it came down to these things. If there was one thing that got them both on the same page, it was youngsters in tricky situations. 

There was one other call he needed to make though. One he sort of dreaded but also excited about. Pushing in the right numbers, he waited. Shota could almost always be relied on to pick up his phone instantly. This being however… it depended on their mood. After a few seconds, it picked up.

“Ah, Mr. Yamada! What a surprise! What can I do for you?”

Hizashi chuckled softly before speaking.

“I might have an abuse case for ya. Whether it's the school or the parents is up in the air, but I’m about eighty five percent positive.” A pause on the other line before a maniacal laugh rang out. Hizashi both feared and loved that laugh, because it meant shit was going to get done.

“I understand, Yamada. I will stop by your station tomorrow morning! It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to drag unworthy humans down to the mud!” 

The two hung up soon afterwards, a soft but wild grin on Hizashi's face. This was going to be a wild ride, but hey, he wouldn’t be Present Mic if he didn’t enjoy the ride in the first place!

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Shota Aizawa was a calm man. Sure he got irritated easily, but it was always logical. One of his students did something really stupid, a villain messed with his day, the list went on. But there were things that made his very blood boil with rage. One such thing was blatant child abuse. 

When he arrived at Loud Radio, his husband’s studio and technical agency, he was taken to see Hizashi. What he found was Hizashi hunched over a bunch of papers, deep dark eye bags weighing down on his skin. His office, covered in records and albums of his greatest hits as well as newspaper clippings from his various cases, hung silently in the dim office, only the lamp and computer screen lights illuminating the room in any meaningful way.  It wasn’t unusual to see him or his office like this, but this still made Shota worry. Not that he’d show it, of course.

“Hizashi. I’m here.” He said quietly, poking his shoulder. Hizashi jolted slightly but turned to Shota with a soft but Present Mic-Edition smile. 

“Hey hey, Sho! Glad you’re here… It’s been a loooong day heh…” Hizashi made a gesture to all the papers on his desk. Shota had to raise an eyebrow at that. It was indeed a lot. Granted, it had been three hours since he got Hizashi’s call (and the kitchen was an absolute mess), so depending on how well Hizashi searched he could have easily gotten all the statistics he needed for… well…

“I can tell, ‘Zashi, but I need to know WHY I am here. We both know it’s a kid, but what’s the kid’s deal?” Shota walked over and sat in a spare chair Hizashi always had on hand. Hizashi sighed, pushing a few papers away as he rubbed his nose.

“Okay, so to make this as brief as possible, kid’s name is Izumi Midoriya, they live in the area in an apartment with their mother. The problems begin there. Remember that one case with those villains who kidnapped that guy with the temporary gender switching quirk?” Hizashi pointed to his screen, showcasing an older casefile detailing that exact thing. Not that Shota needed that to remember.

“Yeah, that was one of our first cases together as a couple. The guy got drugged up on Trigger by the villains, and there were at least twenty individuals who had their genders switched. Some of them got it reversed while others couldn’t or didn’t want to.” Shota eyed Hizashi, the pieces clicking together but he wanted Hizashi to say it. The look Hizashi gave him confirmed it further.

“Well one of the kids that got caught in it was Izumi, back then known as Izuku. She was the ONE kid that couldn’t get her gender change back. Here’s the thing though, I was looking through her files, her legal files, and they all come back with the same stuff. Her name is stuck as Izuku, despite her clearly being more comfortable as Izumi.” Shota nodded, a firm frown slowly forming behind his scarf. Hizashi continued, a grim look over taking him.

“Her mother, Inko Midoriya, demanded her “son” to be treated as such, despite a note from the doctor saying Izumi was clearly uncomfortable around her mother after that. I’m going to visit that doctor tomorrow. Anyways, there are small reports here and there about Izumi wearing a boys outfit for Aldera Junior and now High school, as well as noise complaints around their apartment. Nothing super clear, but I can tell you this, Izumi wants to be Izumi, and is more comfortable being here than being escorted home…” Hizashi sighed, pinching his nose. 

“And don’t get me started on Aldera. So many reports of blatant and illegal quirk abuse on school grounds, but all the reports are buried deep by some outside force. Which already throws up flares. Now imagine a reserved kid who doesn’t show off their quirk and being surrounded by self absorbed children for over ten years? Well, you got a very anxious child. She’s shown to have some sass, but I believe it’s more of a self defense thing than a personality thing… at least to a degree.” Hizashi sadly looked over to one of the other screens, showcasing the security camera feeds. Shota could see a young woman (around sixteen to seventeen if he had to guess) lying on one of the spare room couches, a staff member near the door in case something happened. The woman looked pretty rough, and even from the screen Shota could see the damaged school uniform. It didn’t take him long to come up with his decision (even if no question had been asked).

“Alright, I’m going to confront her mother, see if I can get something from it all. You handle the school. Until then, I don’t want her leaving this building under any circumstance unless you or a trusted friend of ours is with her. You called Nezu right?” Hizashi nodded. “Good, we’re going to need him. In the meantime, let's run through everything you have again. Then call the rest of the necessary individuals we’ll need. This is going to be a long night.” Hizashi chuckled and nodded, scooting over to allow Shota to do the same so they sat over the papers equally. 

It was going to be a long night indeed, but the couple had done long nights before. This was nothing new.

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Nezu hummed as he walked down the street towards Yamada’s radio station, the silent morning streets giving him the peace and quiet needed to think. It wasn’t often that Yamada called him for potential cases. All UA University staff were given express permission to ask for his aid, after all. Just some often didn’t. Actually… most didn’t. He couldn’t blame them. 

The cold morning air brushed against his fur, making him smile softly, his black beady eyes analyzing everything around him, noticing the couples who looked at him confused but not overly caring, the children who whispered about how to avoid getting in trouble, it all was heard and seen by him. It made Nezu chuckle silently to himself. His observation skills never seemed to turn off, and while he did admit it was daunting from time to time, it did allow him to survive in this wild world. 

Of course, those observation skills also were useful as a hero and investigator. Skills that were needed at this very moment. The call from Yamada was concerning to a certain degree. A young woman whose history was already up for question due to spotty medical records as well as concerned therapists who couldn’t track her down. Obviously the answer lay in the woman’s home life. Then came the clear abuse she suffered at school. Why would she hide her quirk? Perhaps it was perceived as villainous. Or perhaps there was a level of complication to her quirk that made others see it as useless. The mere thought of all this combined made Nezu’s hair bristle on edge. But he smoothed it down mere seconds later. He had arrived. 

Loud Radio was a lovely establishment. It was a beautiful mix of casual and over the top. Neon signs mixed with simple street lights made the basic structure stand out while the simple glass doors and windows allowed all who walked to peer in and see all the exciting activity. It almost made Nezu reconsider his own office decorum. Almost. Regardless, as he entered the building, he was immediately greeted by Yamada’s secretary.

“Ah, Principal Nezu! It’s good to see you! Come, come! Right this way!” The secretary almost giggled as he motioned Nezu to follow him. Nezu just smiled and nodded. The two quickly made their way to Yamada’s office. Nezu could have, if he wanted to, made his way here himself. He had secretly studied the building’s layout one night on whim, after all! Regardless, it did not matter. The two walked silently in the halls, the records, vinyl, and various rooms filling the silence. Eventually they came across a simple door, though the over extravagant sign saying ‘PRESENT MIC’ was a key indicator of what, and more importantly, who was behind the door.  

“No Sho, I have checked every link connected to Aldera. Nothing screams the Meta Liberation Army. I’m pretty sure they were really open with their… opinions, per say, on quirks.”

“Yeah yeah, but the signs are all there. Of course they’d hide them well, who knows what kind of quirks they’d have under their bloody hands. What could they be hiding?”

“Sho, you’ve read way too many crime shorts.” Nezu just smiled at the couple as they bickered. It made him smile, seeing two of his three personal students be so close. Espically after the shitshow that was their second year Sports Festival. A piece of history that still bugged the mammal hero. But that was neither here nor there. With a simple huff of his lungs, he caught the attention of the two pros. Yamada smiled brightly while Aizawa simply nodded at Nezu.

“NEZU! It’s good to see ya, boss rat! Hope the walk over wasn’t too bad for ya…” Yamada stood up from his desk to greet his boss. Nezu nodded in response, walking over to give the loud human a friendly yet firm handshake.

“It was quite the relaxing walk, Yamada! I must say the streets were quite relaxed today, which is a nice change of pace.” Nezu chuckled. “Granted, it is usually quiet and relaxing at five in the morning, but I digress.” The two other pros awkwardly chuckled as well, glancing at the clock on the wall. Nezu could guess why, but that wasn’t important. With a clap of his paws, he took command of the situation.

“Well, with all of that out of the way, why don’t you update me on the situation? I must admit, this has gotten this old mammal’s bones shaking with excitement!” 

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The excitement in Nezu’s bones quickly died as he was informed of the entire situation. Turns out Yamada and Aizawa pulling an all nighter was quite fruitful in everything they found. Everything turned out to be quite heartbreaking. 

Izumi Midoyria. Currently a sophomore at Aldera High School. Legal Name: Izuku Midoyria. Quirk: WarpFire [Green Fire that doesn’t Burn but can be used in Physical Attacks alongside Telekinesis]. Questionable homelife and horrendous school life. Affected by a quirk in the past that couldn’t be reversed. Seemingly more comfortable as they are now. Nezu had to pinch his snout to disguise his disgust with the information. He looked up at Yamada and Aizawa from his seat across the desk, the duo sitting behind it with similar expressions on their own faces.

“I must admit, Miss Midoyria’s case here is delicate. One wrong move and we could be making things worse for the young woman. What we need to do is attack this quickly and effectively while also being as discreet as possible. And what better way than to do as Yamada suggested! Divide and conquer. Keep things moving as fast as possible to keep the enemy from rallying.” Yamada’s face twisted into a sadistic sneer, as Aizawa’s eyes simply narrowed. Ah how Nezu adored these two!

“Sounds like a plan, Boss Rat! I’ll tackle the doctors who took care of Izumi! Aizawa, why don’t you tackle the bastard that calls herself a mother. And I believe we both know where you are going, sir!” Yamada made a dramatic motion towards Nezu, which got the mammal to chuckle. Aizawa just sighed at that, his tired eyes tracking the two’s movements. 

“Fine. I can work with that. Though that brings up a question…” He points at the now main monitor, where Izumi Midoriya still slept. 

“What are we going to do with her? We can’t just keep her here. Even if no calls were made by her mother regarding her not returning home, I don’t think we in good conscience can keep her here.” Nezu scratched his chin. This was quite the conundrum, one that admittedly he should have thought of beforehand. 

“Well, perhaps we can call in a favor. Perhaps a fellow colleague of ours…” This caught the other pros’ attention. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, the dim lighting making it more tired than it probably was. Nezu just smiled and pulled out his phone, dialing a number before placing it on speaker. Yamada leaned over to look at the number as he placed the phone in the middle of the desk for them all to talk. The loud man's eyes widened but so did his smile. Nezu felt a bit more excited. For if this all went well…

“Hello? Nezu?” The soft and kind voice of Anan Kurose, aka Thirteen, rose from the device, a clear note of concern itched into her words. 

“Hello, Thirteen! We have need of your assistance! And you won’t even need your Hero gear for this!” Nezu's chipper voice cut through the air, getting a chuckle from Yamada and a giggle from Thirteen. Aizawa just rolled his eyes, but smiled. The UA staff liked to tease Thirteen about how long it took to put on her hero costume, it was a little inside joke. 

“Oh, well of course dear principal! What is it that you need?” Thirteen seemed to be surprised, which was valid, Nezu thought. He didn’t call in favors often, only when he needed dirt or things done. But he would never ask any of his members of his staff anything that would put them in harm's way. After all, they were some of the few humans he trusted. 

“Well, my dear! It appears Yamada, Aizawa, and myself have caught ourselves a pretty nasty case. A young woman is in need of some aid, aid we are about to give. Unfortunately she needs someone to keep an eye on her so she can relax and rest a bit more. Furthermore, she needs to be kept as far away from her home as possible. Can you and perhaps your partner do that for us?” They could hear a soft ‘hmmmmm’ exit the phone as Thirteen began to think. Nezu could see Aizawa paying close attention while Yamada was crossing his fingers. 

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A soft groan exited Izumi’s lips as her heavy eyes opened. The room was dark and quiet, but it didn’t feel like home. Her mother wasn’t banging on her door, telling her to come out and put it on. In fact… Izumi’s eyes opened wide as she shot up. She wasn’t home. The room she was in was covered in vinyl records and CDs. A set of boomboxes were sitting to the side where a table also sat. Yep this was very much not her room. As she slowly stood up, she tried to remember the previous day.

There was school… then Bakugou… what he said… then… Her eyes widened, as she quickly ran to the door of the room, throwing it open, determined to see if it was true. What she didn’t expect was to see the very thing she needed to confirm her suspicions. 

“Hey hey hey, listener! Have a good sleep?” Present Mic asked, his cheerful demeanor almost infectious. Izumi just stared at him, eyes wide and confused, until she spoke.

“What the fuck.” Was all she said, not even embarrassed. Present Mic just stared back blankly, eyes wide, before laughing like crazy, bending over and slapping his knee. Izumi was too shocked to even care. Yup this was wild. She just stood there, eyes still wide with shock as Present Mic slowly calmed down. As he whipped his eyes out of the tears, he let loose a light chuckle then straightened up, looking Izumi straight in the eyes.

“Alright kid, I’m glad you’re up! There’s a lot to do, and a surprise waiting for ya! Let’s get a move on!” He quickly turned and hurried off, motioning for Izumi to follow. Izumi just looked at the retreating pro, shrugged, and followed. It wasn’t like her life was a rollercoaster already. She hurried quickly to catch up (Present Mic was surprisingly fast) and soon the two were walking to the lobby. Izumi’s nerves were acting up, which Mic noticed.

“So listener, was last night a good refresh from whatever happened yesterday?” Mic asked the question cautiously. Izumi could guess why. She was pretty broken and, to be brutally honest, terrified with herself and her future. But the previous night? She felt…

Safe. 

“Uh… yeah actually. I’m going to be honest, that was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a long… long time.” Izumi didn’t miss the wince Mic made. Why, she had no clue. But it made Izumi worried if she said something wrong. But Mic shook his head, clearly shaking some thought out of his head. 

“Well kid, with that in mind… I called your school to tell them you weren’t coming in today. We did call you mother…” A brief wave of panic fell over Izumi until Mic continued. “But she didn’t answer. Which… considering certain circumstances… really doesn’t surprise me.” Izumi paused at this, looking up at the pro. His eyes were distant, but she could SEE the rage building up. Did… did this pro do a background check on her? Or was it something else? Before she could think about it more, the two entered the main lobby, where Izumi was shocked to see three more Pro Heroes (and another woman with short dark blue hair. She didn’t recognize her from anywhere. All of which she recognized. One of which noticed the two of them and smiled a feral grin.

“Ah, the young woman in question! Am I a dog, a bear, or a mouse? It doesn't matter, because I'm the Headmaster of UA University! I hope you are ready for quite the day!” The others present chuckled at the chimera’s antics, all while Izumi had a temporary brain reset. Nezu, the headmaster of UA, was right in front of her! It was like a dream come true! Furthermore… 

“WAIT WAS THAT FUCKING ERASERHEAD?!”

The heroes jumped at Izumi’s quick reaction and sudden outburst to seeing the Underground hero, especially Mic. Eraserhead just raised an eyebrow but kept silent. If she recognized him, so be it. It was another day’s problem. Izumi blushed a little, the constant change of attention being a bit embarrassing. As she stammered a little, her mind now a constant stream of ‘oh no what the fuck is wrong with me,’ one of the other pros laughed.

“My my! I don’t think we usually see anyone instantly recognize dear ol’ Eraser! Aren’t you a cutie?” The woman laughed, her dark violet hair swaying as she did. Mic grinned and chuckled, patting Izumi on the back. Izumi’s face went flushed with red as she began also fully registered the fucking MIDNIGHT was here. MIDNIGHT.

“Yup, listener, that’s Eraserhead alright, but you can call him Aizawa! Instant that right, Sho!” Mic gave the other pro the finger guns while Eraser just rolled his eyes, a soft smile etched across his face.

“I really don’t care. Just don’t call me Eraserhead in public please.” He gave Izumi a long stare, but there wasn’t any heat in it. Izumi just nodded, the pace of events being a bit much for her. Midnight seemed to notice and gave her a soft smile.

“Hey kiddo, don’t worry. You’re not in trouble and even better, I think you’ll enjoy today! You see my two friends and boss,” She nodded towards Nezu and Aizawa while giving a kind look to Mic. “Are going to be checking some things out and unfortunately you may or may not be caught in the crossfires, so me and my lovely wife here are going to be taking you out for a girl’s day!” Midnight did a little happy dance at that, her giggles filling the air. Izumi’s eyes brightened at that. But only then did she register one of Midnight’s comments.

“W-wait. Your… YOUR WIFE YOU’RE MARRIED WHAT HUH WHEN!?” Izumi exclaimed, her left eye glowing brightly at that. Could anyone blame her though? One of her favorite heroes was married and it was to another woman?! Her gay heart couldn’t handle it. It was only now that the dark blue haired woman spoke up, a soft laugh emanating from her lips. 

“Yes dear, that would be me. Though I’m not surprised you don’t recognize me. My hero costume does quite well in covering all my features.” She walked up to Izumi, bowing in a greeting and a large smile written across her face. 

“I’m Anan Kurose, though you may know me as Thirteen.” She smiled warmly at Izumi as the teen took in that information. And once again exploded.

“THIRTEEN!? THE TWILIGHT RESCUE HERO!? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!” Izumi was now giggling like a school child, swaying her body in excitement. The pros all had to smile at that. Izumi was in her own little excited fangirl world, and for once no one was shaming her for it. Not Bakugou, not her classmates, not HER. It was just Izumi indulging in her interest without punishment. It took a loud but somehow kind cough to get Izumi’s attention. Midnight gave her a teasing grin.

“Alright, you silly goose. Let’s get you into some more comfortable clothes, then we’re going out!” Midnight grabbed Izumi by the shoulders and began dragging her away, Kurose following her. Izumi just laughed. For once, she wasn’t worried about home. She was happy to just let things slide.

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Inko Midoriya scowled as she banged her fist on Izuku’s door. Of course that brat wasn’t listening. Probably watching that damn All Might video again. No matter how hard she tried to ram it into her son’s head (sometimes literally), it seemed that it didn’t matter. Her son was worthless anyways. His quirk didn’t burn things or lift heavy objects. It was just a nuisance. 

Inko was about to just break out a hammer and bash the doorknob open to get into the locked room when a loud pounding was heard at the front door. Snarling, Inko walked away from the door and down the stairs, right to the front door. She slammed open the front door with fury burning in her eyes.

“What now, I am busy!” She shouted at the three figures in front of her. A seemingly homeless man with yellow goggles just stared back at her, his red eyes piercing her own green eyes. The two officers behind him stood at attention, frowns itched across their faces. What did these bastards want?

“Inko Midoriya?” The homeless man asked. 

“Yes?”

“You’re under arrest for child abuse, harrasment, and discrimination.” Inko balked at this, her hands clenched into fists. 

“How would you even know? I have done nothing wrong.” She stated matter-of-factly. But it seemed that was the wrong answer as the man gave her a cruel smile, his eyes now littered with hate and disgust.

“Your house isn’t free from cameras, and nothing… and I mean NOTHING… escapes the Rat.” Inko paled. There was only one person in all of law that was referred to as the Rat, and if somehow she had brought the ire of such a figure… there was truly nothing she could do. The man smiled larger as the two officers chuckled.

“Now you get it. Hands behind your back. And also…” The man leaned in, his smile gone, his disgust now fully written across his face.

“Her name’s Izumi. Not Izuku.”