Chapter One: Bullseye

"She's...dead?" Detective Tsukauchi was proud of himself, to say the least. He was an accomplished policemen, and his record was nearly spotless. Of course there was a small incident with a cheeto allergy, but other then that he was probably one of the best detectives in the industry. He had years of experience, and was somewhat of a role model to new policemen. Although now, looking down at a young green-haired child, with green galaxies for eyes, he was coming up blank. He had never been the person people came to for comfort, and that wasn't any different right now.

"Izuku-kun… " He whispered. What did someone say to a child who had just lost their parent? "Your mother loved you very much. Before she passed, she asked us to tell you to that she loved you with everything in her heart, and that she hopes you will always follow what you believe in." The child's face split into tears that had been pooling as he had been speaking.

"This isn't real, right? It's just a dream. Just a horrible, terrible, dream. Right?" His voice cracked near the end, and everything he had apparently been holding back began to unravel. He was a bumbling, sobbing mess. He collapsed into himself, and whimpered. Tsukauchi looked around for someone better at this, before awkwardly patted his back carefully. "Can I… can I know h-how she died?" Izuku hiccupped. Tsukauchi sighed, and grabbed the orange file from off his desk.

"On a trip to the supermarket, she unfortunately got caught between a villain and a hero. The hero was not successful in saving her, unfortunately." Izuku was still crying, but iti had slowed down a considerable amount. His eyes were read and puffy, and the only thing Tsukauchi wanted to do was give him a hug. Compared to others who had lost loved ones, he was definitely taking it better than expected. "Izuku-kun, your mother put down on your file that if anything were to happen to her, that you should go live with your father. However, we found out that apparently he and his wife were involved with a closest relative would be their child, your half-sister. She just turned 19 and has already graduated college. Although she lives in America. Ms. Midoriya also said that you should also be consulted on your guardian. So, Izuku-kun, you have the choice between your half-sister or the foster care system." Tsukauchi finished, inspecting for any signs of uncomfort.

"I… I don't want to become a foster kid, but I don't want to move to America." He whispered quietly. Moving to a new country was hard, plus he didn't even know this woman.

"Listen, Izuku-kun. Your half-sister is going to be in Japan soon, so that she can both meet you and possibly fill out paperwork if you want to go with her. Maybe after you meet her you can make up your mind." Izuku nodded absentmindedly. "She should be here any minute, actually." Oh god, this would be a perfect time for her to come barging in. Izuku had begun to cry again, and it was quickly escalating.

"D-does she… seem n… nice?" He said through his sobs.

"Uh, yeah. She's very smart, and is about to enter the police force." He said. Feeling around his pockets for something that might help. "Ah, here." He handed over a small, brightly coloured piece of candy. Unwrapping it, Izuku started to suck on it. As he started to finally calm down for the second time, a knock came from the door before a young woman entered the room. Her black pumps clicked across the room, and before long she peered into the small room.

"Ah, sorry, I'm late. I got caught up on the underground. This is the right room, right? Detective Tsukauchi, I assume?" She said in perfect Japanese, sitting down in the empty chair. She was pretty, with slightly tanned skin, short raven hair and dark chocolate eyes. She couldn't look any different from Izuku, with his freckles and green hair. "Anyway, you're my half-brother, right? I'm Robin Smith, just call me Robin." She said with a small smile.

"Midoriya Izuku." He replied, attempting to smile back. His eyes had tired bags, and his hair was even more unkempt than usual.

"Ms. Smith, you are the closest relative to Izuku-kun. As you have already consented to take him in, all we need is his consent. So, Izuku, I'll leave you two here for a few minutes. If you need me, I'll be right outside, okay?" They both nodded, and he made is way out of the room.

"So, Izuku-kun, how old are you?" She said, turning towards him.

"I'm nine, but I'll be ten next year." Averting his eyes anywhere that wasn't the woman in front of him.

"Ah, so you'll be going into 4th grade? Do you like school so far?" She prompted, attempting to make the boy reply.

"Yeah, I guess. I really enjoy listening to quirk analysis' though." Izuku replied, finally brightening a bit.

"Ah, so do I! I love listening about new heroes with interesting quirks." That seemed to fill Izuku with energy as he started going off on how he had a bunch of notebooks with interesting heroes quirks analysed, and how he was planning on using them in case he becomes a pro hero. He also talked about if he had a quirk, which one he'd want, and why. Turning to her, he asked, "Do you have a quirk, Robin-san?"

"Just Robin, please. And I do. It's called Bullseye, and it makes it so that I see weakest point of someone or something, kind of like the chink in their armor." She said.

"That's so cool! I wish I had a quirk like that! It's so perfect for a pro hero! Being able to tell where an enemy's weakest, you can take them down in one blow! Of course, there's also the fact that sometimes the main weak point in the armor could be a deadly point, which might kill them, so that's a downside. Aside from that, your quirk is amazing! Everyone says that you need a quirk to become a hero, but I don't think so. What about you, Robin?" He asked, finally stopping his tirade of information.

She would have to be careful of her next few words. They could make or break how he saw her. "I think that with enough training and hard work, anyone can be a hero." She said, and broke into a grin. "As long as they don't abuse that power, of course."

"You really think so?" He said, hope lacing his every word. "Really?"

"Yeah, really." Robin replied. Ruffling his hair, she called Detective Tsukauchi in to learn about the paperwork.