Hisashi Midoriya stood back as his wife took deep shuddering breaths. The doctors and nurses had given them a moment to themselves after handing Inko a small bundle.

Panting as sweat rolled down her face, Inko Midoriya smiled.

"Hisashi look..." she held out her arms and giggled, "He has your curls."

"He'll have a hard time taming that," Hisashi reached out with his hand and gently brushed the curls from the - no, his baby's face.

The boy pressed his cheek into the warmth of Hisashi's hand and blinked as his green-eyed gaze wandered without focus.

"Wow..." Hisashi laughed, "He didn't get those eyes from me."

Maybe this time...

Inko smiled wearily and sank back into her pillow, "Izuku…"

Hisashi shook himself and sat next to her on the hospital bed, "Are you sure? Is that really the name you want?"

Nodding, Inko shifted Izuku into one of her arms and traced a small 久 in the air, "You took my name when we were married… I wanted to give our son something of yours, Hisashi."

Warmth bloomed in his chest, and he laughed, running a hand through his curly hair.

"Inko Midoriya, you truly are a remarkable woman."

Inko's cheeks flushed scarlet, and she sputtered, "Hisashi! Stop!"

He grinned, leaning close, "What? I'm not wrong! Just look at our boy. You did this."

Taking her free hand, he pressed her fingers to his lips and smiled softly, "And as long as I am alive, you will never have to worry about balancing work and home. Allow me to take care of you both."

Inko's brows furrowed, "Hisashi… Please, not that again."

"Call me old fashioned," he laughed, "Indulge me, Inko. With my line of work we're set. There's no need to wear yourself out. I can work for the both of us -"

Inko's jaw set stubbornly.

"For all three of us…" Hisashi added quietly.

Inko sighed, eyes closing, "I… I'm tired, Hisashi."

He nodded, "Another time then, I'm sorry."

Izuku yawned and stretched, tucking his face into Inko's chest.

Hisashi chuckled, "Looks like you're not the only one."

Eyelids fluttering, tears misted in her eyes as Inko looked down at their son, "He's so quiet. Are babies supposed to be this quiet? Should I call the nurse?"

"Inko…" Hisashi gripped her shoulder and leaned close, "He isn't even a day old. Give it time. Ha! In a blink of an eye, he'll be grown up and chattering away, just you wait. Enjoy the little moments."

Inko tilted her head and regarded Hisashi with an odd look. Reaching up, she waved her hand, and Hisashi felt a light tug from her quirk. As he moved closer, her hand touched his cheek, and she rubbed at the freckles under his eyes, "You know… Sometimes you sound much older than you are."

"And you've said that before," Hisashi bowed his head, chuckling, "Right before we got married if I recall correctly. I suppose am old fashioned ."

Taking her hand, he placed it back on her lap and moved to stand-

"No, wait-" Inko gripped his hand tightly, "Please just stay. Right here."

Hisashi suppressed a laugh, "Alright. I won't move."

Inko nodded and closed her eyes again humming a soft tune, "Izuku… Hisashi we did good."

Hisashi nodded and squeezed Inko's hand, "Mhm. Get some rest Inko. You deserve it. I'll be right here."

Jerking awake, he grimaced as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He flicked the screen and shot an irritated glance at the caller ID and checked to make sure Inko and the baby were still asleep.

He got up from the bed slowly, freezing as Inko murmured in her sleep. Sighing in relief, he stepped out of the room and into the quiet hospital hall.

"What."

A low chuckle echoed over the line, "Oh? Did I interrupt something?"

He grit his teeth, eyeing Inko's room, "I told you not to call me outside of work."

"Right. Right. Well this is work related, and I'm sure you'll appreciate the information. You'll never guess who visited my office today."

Collecting himself, he straightened his jacket and glanced down the empty hall, "Alright, Doctor. Enlighten me."

"A young quirkless boy and his father."

Quirkless…?

His brows furrowed, "Unusual, but I fail to see how that concerns me. Especially today of all days."

"Ah- yes. Send the missus my regards. I assume I'll be caring for the child?"

" Doctor. "

"Yes, anyway, imagine my surprise when I saw the name of my patient. I triple-checked to be certain. I wouldn't have called otherwise considering your schedule, but-"

His temper flared "The point, Doctor . "

" Shimura. "

"What?" A chill ran down his spine, and small embers escaped from his lips as he laughed. Glancing down, he thumbed at his wedding band, "Shimura. A quirkless boy and his… father, you say?"

The lights in the hall flickered, and his shadow lengthened, "Now, now. I hope you didn't dash their hopes. The boy might be a…" He hummed and swiped his thumb across the hidden blade in his wedding band, watching blood pool and collect at the cut, "A late bloomer, so to speak."

"Forming plans, I see. And of course not. A renowned quirk specialist such as myself would never dash a child's hope of one day having a quirk… Without further testing," The doctor chuckled, "I have the file ready for you to peruse at your leisure Mr. Midoriya. Now, have you changed your mind?

"Aren't you glad I called?"

...

All for One frowned.

"No."

His phone crumbled to dust.

A/N: Not allowed to add links so if I could direct your attention to my tumblr "aoimikans" for several theories that inspired this fic.

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/post/164523471942/animeismybestfriend104-im-not-saying-all-for-one

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I also have my own theory that AfO is responsible for Shigaraki's quirk... but yeah. Hope you all enjoyed!

BONUS:

"Hisashi" 久 meaning: "long time, old story"

:3c even his name references something old