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In a small hospital in Musutafu, Japan, July 15th, the year 2217, a woman with green hair cried out. “One more push for me ma'am!" the doctor said. Shortly after, at 7 pounds and 6 ounces, a baby with hair as green as his mothers and eyes even greener, Izuku Midoriya was born.

“Oh” Inko was handed her newborn, and cooed softly. There was an energy to him, a sort of power she couldn't really explain. The staff clearly felt it, seemingly going out of their ways to avoid the newborn. But as Izuku lay there, nuzzled to her chest, Inko felt nothing but awe. “You, my dear, are going to do big things. And I will be here no matter what they are.”

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8 months later Inko is walking down the road to the grocery store. Izuku was about the age to start trying purees and eventually solids, and she felt something inside her shake. When had he gotten so big? She knew that he wasnt actually big, that it would be years and years until he could start doing things without her help, but to think, one day it would be solids and the next it would be math homework, and then adulthood…

Her thinking is disrupted when she bumps into a stroller, she turns around to apologize, only to blink. “Mitsuki?” An old friend from school. They’d lost touch after graduating, but Mitsuki hardly looked to have aged at all. “Inko!” the blonde rejoices. There's an equally blond baby in a stroller looking angry at the world despite likely not being a year old yet. Ah, maybe she should've brought Izuku with her instead of leaving him with the neighbor's kid. Not literally a kid, a teenager, maybe 15 or 16 or so.

“How are you? It's been so long since we've talked.” She says after a moment, setting her basket down to take a better look at her friend. She looks tired but content, and she can understand that much, especially with Hisashi being abroad so often. The blonde noticeably brightens. What she didn't realize about motherhood is just how much autonomy you lose. And she loves the little fucker, but she’s a person beyond the kid. Even if the majority of her life did revolve around him now. “Well, the kid cries an awful lot but i love the fucker.”

Inko just laughs. She’d long gotten used to her friend's brash nature, even if she didn't always understand it. “Well, is it that one guy you used to tell me about? I am seeing a ring on that finger, am I not?” She teased coyly. She’s glad Mitsuki was happy, especially after her poor dating history. Surprisingly the blonde’s cheeks tinge pink. “Yea, Masaru. Our two year anniversary is coming up. Gotta find a sitter for the brat.” Inko perks up.

“Hey, you know ive been trying to make Izuku some friends! They aren't too far apart in age. Izuku’s 8 months old.” Mitsuki blinked. Her friend had a kid? When? She looked great for having had a baby not too long ago. “Well, Katsuki’s 10 months old, almost 11.” Honestly, this could work. Mitsuki looked around. “Well, where’s your mystery baby?” Inko smiled, “I left him home with the neighbor's son. He's in high school and I don't live too far. He attends UA so I was sure he could keep watch on Izuku for 30 minutes while I picked up some groceries.”

Mitsuki nodded. “I get it. Masaru’s paternity leave ended so i had to bring the kid with me, but hey-” the blonde pulled her phone from her purse and handed it to Inko. “-lets exchange numbers and set up a playdate. Maybe next week?” Inko nodded with a smile.

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Shortly after Inko opens the door. She sets the groceries down and smiles as she sees Aizawa-kun and Izuku on the couch, watching some sort of documentary on the tv, izuku babbling excitedly on occasion. She chuckles, and both heads turn to face her. She smiles, and finishes putting the groceries away.

“Thank you for watching him Aizawa-kun, I hope he wasn't too much trouble.” The teen just shakes his head. “Not at all Midoriya-San. He’s probably smarter than some of my classmates.” He says, yawning and getting up from the couch. Inko pulls her wallet out and hands him a 2000 yen note, shushing him as he tries to refuse. “Nonsense, go buy yourself some snacks.” Aizawa sighs and leaves the apartment, the door shutting behind him.

Inko walks over to Izuku on the couch and picks him up, cooing softly. Still, even after 8 months her baby elicited that reaction in her. “Oh you hear that my dove? You're smart.” Izuku babbles a bit, and eventually “Mama” comes forth from his lips. Inko pauses, and then a smile breaks out on her face. “Yes Izuku, I am Mama!” She feels tears well up in her eyes, and Izuku’s babbling stops, his eyes looking at hers with a startling clarity. “Oh no dear. I’m not sad, just proud.” And somehow Izuku seemed to understand, because his babbles continued shortly after.

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About a week later, Mitsuki and Katsuki are welcomed into the Midoriya apartment. It was modest, a 3 bedroom with a bathroom and the basics. Nothing special. The two babies are set off in a playpen in the corner of the room, and sit around the dining table with biscuits and tea that had been set out not too long ago. “Im so sad we lost contact, am I ever going to meet this mystery man of yours Inko?” Inko just laughs, and it trails off to a hum. “Well, he works abroad, but he sends home money, I don't even have to work. He seems to prefer it. Traditional I suppose.” She takes a sip of her tea and looks down at the amber liquid. “I dont mind, especially with Izuku being so young and all.”

Mitsuki nods. “I get it. My maternity leave was pretty long, but now that the brat’s almost a year old I gotta consider whether I want to return to work or not.” The pair of them turn to look at their children for a moment. They seem to be getting along, as much as two babies can. “Say, isn't 8 months a little early for someone to say their first word?” Mitsuki asks, taking a bite of one of the biscuits placed out. “I mean, good for the kid. Probably gonna be smart, but the average is about a year.” Inko blinks, and hums, “Is that so? I was so happy I guess I didn't bother questioning it.”

Mitsuki just shakes her head. “Well, saying words early is hardly anything to be concerned about.” Inko nods. That was right. She’s not sure why exactly she thought it might be. So he was developing a little early, nothing wrong there. 

A few hours pass, and it gets dark. Mistuki makes note of the time, and frowns. “Well, I should get going, it's almost dinner time.” Everything is packed up, and before the Bakugo’s leave, Mitsuki looks back. “And hey, maybe if you don't mind I’ll drop Katsuki off here? They seem to get along well.” Inko smiles, forgetting about her almost nonsensical worry from earlier. The door shuts behind Mitsuki, and Inko walks over to the playpen, picking Izuku up in her arms. “Oh and look at that! Your first friend.”Izuku babbles at his moms happiness.
 
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A few weeks later Katsuki is dropped off by the Bakugo’s, and Inko happily welcomes the blond baby inside. Inko can hear a happy laugh sound down the hall as she settles katsuki into the play pen, and starts on dinner. Izuku was mostly off of milk now, enjoying baby food and softer solids like mashed potatoes. She had also learned that Katsuki was mostly off solids as well, which made this process a lot simpler. 

“Alright, time to eat” She sets Katsuki down in Izuku’s high chair, and feeds Izuku from her lap, though it gets a little messy, the time is full of happy giggles and ends with full stomachs. Inko puts the two of them down in the playpen, eating her own dinner. As she's cleaning up, she’s interrupted by a cry, and shortly after another cry. She turns around and sees the source of the tears. Izuku’s favorite All Might plush, with an arm torn off, lay on the floor. Based on the ripped off arm in Izuku’s hands, the two were wrestling for it, and one's cries set off the others. As she cleaned up, she briefly thought she might've seen something wrong with Izuku’s eyes, but she blinked and it was just about gone.

She made quick work of cleaning everything up. As much as the crying grated her ears, she'd long grown used to it. The Midoriya’s were criers, everyone knows that. Besides, she couldn't leave choking hazards out and about. That wasn't smart. By the time she was done, the two had tuckered themselves out, and she laid them down to sleep, sighing softly. She placed an order to replace the plush, and hummed. She frowned as she thought back to what might've been in Izuku’s eyes. It sorta looked like swirls? She had to have been hallucinating though. There’s no actual way her baby's eyes could've done that. That’s not how quirks work, and even then, it wasn't related to hers or Hisashi’s.

But as Izuku babbled softly in his sleep, she couldn't help but wonder if it might become an issue someday.

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3 or so years later, two kids sat at the sandpit of a neighborhood park. One of them carving out details with a small stick, and the other looking on in mild awe. There were murmurs surrounding them, but neither made any effort to actually pay attention to them.”You just don't understand” Izuku is 3 years and 9 months old, and he’s bored. “The world is far too predictable a place Kacchan.” A 3 year old shouldn't manage to sound as tired as he does, yet he manages it pretty well. The blond’s eyes narrow incredulously and goes back to his search for beetles.

“Yea right Zuku, and remind me again why you're carving a church out of sand? We’re not exactly catholic.” Izuku just rolls his eyes, scoffing. “It's not just a church.” He tosses the stick on the floor and nudges his friend slightly, snickering as his friend topples over. He’s said this so many times and he still doesn't get it. “It’s St. Peter's Basilica. It used to be one of the biggest churches, ever. Like 80,000 visitors in one day, kinda big. Supposedly it was the burial site of one of Jesus’s apostles.” Katsuki just glared at his friend. And what did he care? It’s not exactly like he was a follower of Christ. “Yea yea, we should get going for lunch before Auntie gets worried”

Izuku looks back at the castle one last time and nods. “Yea, let's get going. Can't be good for us to stay out here much longer.” He’s getting tired anyways. They were only let out here alone because it was right across the street from his apartment, but still, Izuku let himself get lost in thought as they walked. They were starting preschool soon. In a month or so. Maybe it would make life just a little more entertaining.

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The next day Izuku was acting off. At least that's what Auntie Inko had said, and asked Katsuki to take him to the park to cheer him up. About halfway to the park, Katsuki and Izuku could see a commotion around the sandpit. When they finally walked up, a few adults knelt down to console Izuku. The sand sculpture had been destroyed. Izuku didn't pay much attention to their words, looking down at the ground. A few tears fell. Ah, it felt amazing. Just as he vaguely remembered it. The adults in the area frowned, especially as izuku walked to where the sand castle had been and knelt down beside it. They figured it was likely the wind or some passerby on accident, but Izuku didn't care.

He sat there, hands trembling slightly, taking shaky breaths and exhales. There were swirls in his eyes, and hidden by his lowered head was a small smile gracing his lips. Katsuki walked over after the grown ups had finished hounding him, and frowned as he sat down next to his friend. “Zuku, what’s with you?” The blond seemed worried, and understandably so. It's not often your best friend suddenly looks like a cartoon drawing of someone getting hypnotized.

Izuku looked up at him and tilted his head. “I don't know what you’re talking about Kacchan.” Damnit, the feeling had faded. Man, this sucks. The blond scowled. “Yea dumbass, you looked like someone might be waving a clock in front of your eyes in those old cartoons you like so much.” Izuku rolled his eyes. Those old cartoons were great. Not centered around violence being seen as the pinnacle of heroism. “Well, I'm not sure. And if you keep swearing at me I'm going to tell Auntie Mitsuki.”

But maybe… “I felt sad, but in a way deeper than that? If that makes any sense.” The blond was still confused, but as Izuku made his way out of the sandpit to pick at blades of grass, he figured he should let it go. “Alright, well we should try and find out who did it.” The green haired boy looked up at him, eyes back to normal, and frowned. “Well that doesn't make sense.”

The blond scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re too nice sometimes you know, you worked really hard on that and whoever knocked it down should pay.” Izuku just started laughing. Ah, Kacchan didn't get it, did he. Well he could try to make him get it, if he managed a way to convey it properly. “It wouldn't make sense because I was the one that knocked it down. This morning when my mom asked me to get the mail I ran across and knocked it over.”

Katsuki just blinked owlishly. “Well why the hell would you do that?” He didn't scream, though he felt inclined to, he didn't think it right to bring attention to this. Izuku shook his head, and got that face he made whenever he was trying to explain something. “Because I wanted to. It felt good. I think I’ve felt it before too, but the memories are a bit blurry.” Izuku found he could remember a good portion of his life after he was about 5 months old, but it was blurry, like he was under water when he did.

“I dont think I’ll ever get you. No wonder your head’s so big” The green haired boy just shook his head. “I think I could compare it to adrenaline maybe? Like if your mom told you that you were going to Universal Studios and then you met All Might on the way and he gave you a million dollars and signed all your comics kinda good.” He flicked Katsuki’s forehead. The blond scowled and rubbed the spot. Well if Izuku was explaining it like that, he supposed it made sense to try and feel that way. “Besides,” Izuku started, “we’re kids, all of our heads are big. If mine happened to be bigger it’s because I think more than you do.”

“Well, you gotta promise to show me.” The blond concluded, looking at the sun. “Hm, I think it's time for lunch.” Izuku looked at his watch and nodded. “Yea, I think maybe we should go.” The sandpit was a bit deeper in the park, and it was a few minutes to get to the road to cross. It seemed a majority of the kids also left for lunch, but Izuku caught a glimpse of a girl not much older than them in the play tube. Her hands were shaky, she looked like she hadn't showered in a while, and she was crying.

The two walked over, and found the girl with her mouth around a bird, tears falling from her eyes as she seemingly drank from it. Though Katsuki seemed perturbed, Izuku walked up anyway, and he followed shortly after. When the girl caught sight of them, she tensed up. She hadn't thought any kids would still be here right now. The bird fell from her hands and she shook slightly.

“Please don’t, I promise I won't do it again.” She cried out, her hands shaking. She looked just about ready to pass out. “I was just hungry, I promise.” Izuku frowns, and looks at the girl. Oh. Fangs meant a blood or feline related quirk, and based on the girls eyes it was blood related in this case. “Are you alright? If you’re hungry you can join us for lunch” She looked up in disbelief, and licked her lips.

“My quirk is…unnatural. My momma said so.” Hesitantly, Izuku stuck his hand out. It wasn't about her quirk, she was just grimy, it wasn't a sensation he enjoyed. But when the girl saw his hand, and the lack of fear in their eyes, she wrapped her arms around him. Katsuki held back a snort as he saw Izuku’s discomfort. “No quirk is unnatural. You have it, you were born with it, it's natural.” He manages, pushing the girl away after a moment. He exhales, and looks at the girl. He probably shouldn't keep referring to her as the girl. “I'm Izuku, that's Katsuki.”

Katsuki’s nose wrinkles. It doesn't feel right hearing that from Izuku. “T-Himiko. Call me Himiko” The pair nodded, and Himiko started walking with them back towards the Midoriya residence.

They enter the apartment, and Inko immediately takes note of the kid who wasn't there when the kids had left earlier. “Mom, this is Himiko, we found her outside.” Izuku said, running to his room. He came back with gloves on, and some clothes that fit him too big, pushing Himiko towards the bathroom. “Clean.” He mumbled, pursing his lips and looking at his mom. “Can she be my sister?” He asked as Himiko went into the bathroom, the water turning on shortly after. “She said her parents don't like her quirk and that she’s hungry all the time.”

Inko frowns. Sounds like she has a valid reason to take her in. “Maybe, why don't we focus on feeding her and making sure she’s clean first.” There was always the storage room. They didn't have a car, maybe they could just store that stuff in the garage instead. It's not like it was being used anyways. Himiko came out of the shower shortly after. Luckily the clothes fit relatively well, but new clothes were definitely a need.

Inko is kneeling down next to Himiko, drying her hair gently and wondering exactly what questions would be right to ask. “Himiko darling, what would you think about staying here with us?” Himiko looks a bit taken aback, but Inko keeps talking. “Well we certainly can't have you out there, and we most definitely can't have you back with your parents.” Himiko's eyes water, and she throws herself into the older Midoriya’s arms, her sobs shaking her body.

“Himiko, what exactly is your quirk? I know you need blood, but what else?” Himiko peeks out from Inko’s arms, and though she seems hesitant, she tells the truth. “When I drink someone’s blood I can turn into that person.” And Izuku’s eyes just about sparkle. “That's cool. Don’t you hope my quirk is as cool as hers Mama?” Izuku asks, pulling out a notebook and a pen. Though he’s relatively mature for his age, it’s moments like these when Inko appreciates that he still acts like his age at times. Or at least gets excited like a kid his age does. The questions were intriguing, not the kind you’d think to ask at least.

“Do different blood types taste different? Do you have a preference? Does human blood taste different than animal blood? Does the amount of blood equate to the amount of time? In theory could you use the quirk of someone you've transformed into?”

Himiko, understandable, looks overwhelmed. “I…dont know. I haven't exactly had much practice.” She looks a little upset. His questions were pretty cool, and he didn't think she was weird. But Izuku just smiles. “Well that just means we get to figure it out for ourselves!” She perked up, and a hopeful gleam entered her eyes. In somewhat sloppy hiragana, Izuku wrote down theories and possible practical applications. Her quirk was so cool. Katsuki, who’d been mostly silent up to this point, looked at Himiko. Maybe he’s misjudged her. Doesn’t seem all that weird, just hungry.

“You guys are pretty cool.” Himiko walked up to the couch the two were sitting at, and after a moment, sat down on Izuku’s other side. This was…nice. “Reminds me of my aunty and her family” Izuku looks up and smiles. It’s a small thing, but heartwarming nonetheless. He tucked himself under her arm, and kept writing his notes. “What did your aunt's family do that was nice?”

He wanted to make her comfortable. Sure they hadn't met all that long ago but still. Just because he didn't feel emotions on the same spectrum as most doesn't mean that he didn’t feel them at all. “Well,” She started, looking down at him with a look of contentment on her face. “My cousin Nei would give me blood when I visited, and they would get me seafood. Mussels. Made me feel less hungry.” Izuku tilted his head. “Ah, high iron content. Makes sense.”

Inko butts in. “It’s nice that some of your family was nice, Himiko.” She liked knowing that the girl hadn’t only experienced negative things since getting her quirk. “It's so cool, I think her body might be adjusted to accept iron heavy food because of your quirk! Most people get sick when they have too much iron.” Izuku was looking back and forth between Himiko and his notebook, and Inko noted that Katsuki had dozed off.

“The average person would get something like food poisoning. I wonder how many mussels you could eat exactly…” Izuku trails off, yawning, and leans against Katsuki, and Himiko follows shortly after. Inko starts cooking lunch, a smile on her face as she looks over wat the group of children. She’d need to put some orders for new furniture, and clothes. And hire someone to move some stuff, but it would be worth it.

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Later that night, after dinner and after Katsuki had been taken home, Inko was on the phone with her husband. “Oh you wouldn’t believe the state that little girl came home in, Hisashi, I don't think I've ever seen a kid eat that much.” The frown is evident in her voice. “Well, I should go to bed, but I love you dear.”

Inko takes a peek into Izuku’s room where the two are in the same bed, sleeping peacefully. Her heart clenches. It might be a little difficult, but she thinks it would be for the better. Now to just figure out how to adopt someone while their parents were still alive.

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Not that it mattered. When she went to the precinct the next day, the children left with Aizawa-kun, she found that she was already the legal guardian of Himiko, and that her parents had passed away just last night.

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Although there were a few bumps in the road, like Himiko not wanting to stop sharing a room with Izuku, and the whole moving the storage room to the garage thing, they were doing pretty well for themselves. Enrolled in schools, Himiko in quirk counseling and getting proper access to blood, everything was going pretty well for the Midoriya’s.

Despite all of that, Izuku couldn't help but think about the way he’d felt just a few short months ago. It had been…invigorating. To know that something he’d worked so long on could be gone in the blink of an eye. Something he loved, or put a lot of time into. There were brief moments of it that flashed through whenever he was mildly upset, but never enough to be truly satisfying. It was frustrating. Why couldn’t he feel that way all of the time?

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A few short months after Izuku’s fourth birthday they were at the pediatrician. Not for much, just a general check up the school required. When the practitioner mentioned quirks, Inko just shrugged. “Not yet, but there’s still time.” she said, looking at Izuku, who seemed more interested in picking at a loose string from the hem of his shorts. “Im not very worried.”

The doctor frowned, and looked at the papers. “Well, you should be. It seems Izuku has no quirk factor in his blood at all.” She pauses. Her baby, without a quirk? She can't say she'd ever thought of the possibility. “That doesn't make much sense. Both me and my husband are fifth generation quirk users?” The doctor handed Inko some packets on quirkless support, and shrugged. “It's rare, but it's possible. If it weren't for the bloodwork I would've assumed he had an intelligence quirk of sorts.”

Izuku, who’d been paying attention while messing with his pants, felt that same heady feeling he’d felt a few months back. Kind of like if the floor had collapsed on him. Or if that day at the park had been given to him tenfold. And how ironic it was. The quirk enthusiast Izuku, who had notebooks full of notes about quirks, without a quirk. He took a shuddering breath. His mom seemed to perceive it as shock, or maybe a disguised cry, because she rubbed Izuku’s back gently and sighed. “How about we go get some ice cream?”

Izuku blinks, and nods. Ice cream sounded nice. The news, while despair inducing, did leave him mildly bummed out. Well, what's that to matter? It’s not exactly like he cared in the way Kacchan did. But hey, ice cream was never a loss, no matter the situation. Besides, mint chocolate chip never did him wrong.

They walk to the ice cream parlor, stepping inside the chilly store a few moments later. Although Izuku was happy about getting ice cream, the moment had been ruined when he realized he didn't care much for quirks. They were convenient, but there were hundreds of thousands of years with primate and human activity without quirks. Besides, the development of quirks left society in this limbo. Cars and technology and infrastructure hasn't changed all that much in the last 200 years.

They each get a small bowl to go, with an order of strawberry for Himiko, who was currently hanging out with Aizawa in their apartment. It wasn't a long errand. Maybe an hour or two. Inko’s thoughts are broken as Izuku starts talking. “Did you know that there was a prequirk company that made ice cream with pigs blood? I wonder if himiko would like it.” Inko just hummed. Izuku always knew things a bit much for his age. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was only four.

Izuku however, was still hung up on his ruined moment, even as he talked about old ice cream and the theoretic applications of it. That feeling…wasn't predictable. It wasn't like the rest of life. Preschool was fun, in a way, and gave him new quirks to interact with and study, but after a while it was monotonous. And excuse him, but all of the kids were kind of dumb. He meant that in the most polite way possible. He’s aware he's an outlier, and that in turn his thinking rubbed off on Kacchan, having known each other for so long, but these kids their age were just frustrating.

Inko frowns as she notices Izuku’s expression. Exasperation would be the closest she could describe it as, but she really has no clue with that boy sometimes. “Hey, how about we call your dad later?” Izuku looks up and hums. He doesn’t think he's actually met his father in person, but their weekly calls were something he looked forward to. He felt like their minds were similar.

“Hey Zuku!” Himiko runs up to Izuku after they open the door, enveloping her brother in a hug. The two had quickly grown close, and (with close supervision from Inko) had even tested out some theories about Himiko’s quirk. “Hey Himi.” Izuku said after freeing himself from his sister's grasp. As much as he enjoyed being around her, she was very physically affectionate, and he wasn't quite used to it yet.

“Hey Himi, the doctor said i dont have a quirk” He said as they made their way to the couch. Aizawa, who’d been on his way out, paused for a moment, then quickly left. It wasn't that he cared, but that wasn't exactly a conversation he was involved in, and he didn't intend on overstepping.

After the door shut behind Aizawa, Izuku and Himiko went to Himiko’s room. “I thought people without quirks didn't exist?” He just shrugged. One in five was an outdated statistic. Sure 20 percent of the world's population had quirks, but very few of those people were young. It was kind of like punnet squares. When the dominant gene gets mixed with another dominant gene, it's very rare that the recessive gene appears. Of course life isn't as cut and dry as punnet squares, but the point stands.

“Well what does it matter anyways. It’s not like anything I want to do in life requires a quirk.” He didn't want to be a hero. Not like Kacchan did at least. He usually went along with the boys rambles and dreams, but that was really just because it made him happy. And for a brief moment the feeling was back. He’d have a hand in crushing his best friend's dreams for the future. Oh the look on his friends face would be amazing when he found out.

“What's with your face?” Himiko asks, kneeling down slightly to get a closer look at her brother's face. Izuku flinched and leaned away. As often as it happened, he's not sure he'd ever get used to that. He shook his head and sighed. “Dunno. Felt good though.” He said after a moment, moving to sit on a beanbag of hers.

She frowned. “Well you should show me then. I'm older anyways, I deserve it.” Izuku rolled his eyes at his sister's childish response. Yes they were children, no he didn't care that it made perfect sense for Himiko to be childish. “Well, I guess I could.”

His face shifted, and he got an idea. He stood up, and looked Himiko dead in the eye. “But you wouldn't exactly be deserving of it.” Himiko frowned and started to protest, but Izuku cut her off. “I mean what, I saved you from a park and you think you're my sister? Just like that?” He scoffed and a scowl donned his face.

“I mean you're basically a leech. On society. On this family. You even have the blood sucking quirk to match. No wonder your parents didn’t look when you ran away.” And when Izuku stopped, he found Himiko looking at the floor. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but the telltale spirals in her eyes let her know he’d succeeded.

And Himiko? She started laughing. The quiet kind. The type that comes from someone in a situation where they aren't sure what to do other than laugh. And Izuku thought nothing of it. At least not until he was tackled to the floor. And her hands were around his throat,

“Himi-” He croaked out, taking a sharp inhale. He thrashed and eventually got her off of him, but she still seemed to be dazed. “Himiko, stop being stupid. You're fine. You're my sister or whatever.” She blinked at him, and understanding dawned on her. As Izuku was rubbing at his throat, glad she wasn't there long enough to bruise his throat, that would've been a nightmare to explain.

She shook and looked at her hands, then up at his face. That was…amazing. She wrapped him up in a hug, burying her face against his hair. “You were right.” She murmured, her voice muffled by his hair. Eventually she pulled away, and she looked at him. “How come you haven't shown me before? Did you really think I didn't deserve it?”

He just shook his head. “I’ve only experienced it a handful of times myself. Not exactly like I'd managed to correlate the causes until just now.” She frowned. “But…everyone should feel this way, shouldn't they?” He paused, and hummed. “I guess so, but we’re kids. What can we really do about that.”

“We plan for the future, duh.” His eyes widened. Huh, he'd never thought of doing that exactly. Spreading this amazingly dreadful feeling. Despair? Yea, that worked out. “I suppose we could.” He said after a moment, sitting back down where he’d been prior. How to get 10 billion people to feel the same way. “It would be tricky. We’d need to get a lot of people reliant on similar things to make them feel the same way in certain situations. Or find an artificial manner to make them feel it.”

He paused, then frowned. “And we can't tell mom. She’d try to stop us.” And then he remembered. “And we’d need to tell Kacchan.” As much as he loved their mother, her concern would probably smother their plans. “We need to get people from higher up in the world. We’re civilians, not to mention currently children.”

As the two of them waited for dinner, they discussed a few things. How to make things progress smoothly, timelines, possible allies. They probably wouldn't be able to do much until they were at least in middle school, which was a while away for both of them. But they could live in relative normality until then. They still had lives to experience.

After a while, Inko called them down for dinner. As she always made whenever Izuku was upset, bowls of pork katsudon sat on the dining table. The two climbed into their chairs, and everything was as it always was. Inko had even forgotten about the news she’d gotten earlier. It would've upset most, but Izuku didn't seem upset.

After they cleaned up, Inko brought out their ice cream, and put a movie on for background noise as they sat on the couch, chattering away. Eventually she glanced at the time. She said she’d call Hisashi now. It was a bit hard to find times that worked with the different time zones, but if her husband was out and about in America doing his villain stuff, who was she to argue.

She grabbed her phone, and took a deep breath. This would be either a very good call, or a very bad one. She hoped it was a good one, especially since they relied pretty heavily on Hisashi’s not so legal income. She scrolled to find his contact, and pressed call.

The phone rang, and Himiko and Izuku turned their heads to face their mother. Himiko had never been on a call with Hisashi before. Not that he wasn't aware of her existence, she was usually just doing something or simply didn't want to. Inko wasn’t going to force her to. That wasn't the kind of person she is. Either way, Himiko would meet her father today, even if she had strawberry ice cream on her chin. Inko softened as the phone rang, and handed the children napkins. It was at that moment Hisashi chose to pick up.

“Hello?”