Second chapter. So this will be multiple chapters, the most I'm seeing is 4. Depending if I get more inspiration for a further storyline. Um, gonna put warnings for this chapter. I don't want to spoil it, but this has trigger (ba dum psh—shouldn't make this pun especially with how serious it is) warnings. Get triggered, don't read the end of this chapter.

After an argument that the teachers knew they wouldn't win yet still tried, Midoriya gets to go with them to bring Hisashi in. Nervousness creeps into Izuku, his fingers twitching as he looks out the window of the car, answering a few questions about his dad. "He turned himself in for our safety, but also because he didn't want me to grow up, being reminded that he's a villain. He wanted me to grow up and be my own person, be a hero and show people that it doesn't matter who your parents are, but that you can be something they are not." His last words to him as a freeman echoes in his mind as he meets All Might's eyes.

All Might's lips form a thin line. The tone of admiration that he has gotten used to hearing is usually directed towards heroes, but he speaks of his villainous father in the same way. "Did he ever get you anything for your birthday?"

If Izuku were to have looked at everyone at the moment, he would've noticed the look that Tsukauchi is giving both Toshinori and Shota who both have the same expressions in their eyes. The message is quite clear: Are you jealous? He would be having the time of his life, laughing at the two males being jealous about how Izuku gets when he speaks about his father to people who doesn't judge him.

"Um, yeah, actually. He gave me a firearm and three different metal knives for my fourth birthday," he answers laughing when he remembers the note attached. "It was all in good manner but Mom was not happy when I opened it. She scared every villain that passed the visiting room and the officers that were on guard as she upbraided my father. It's not pretty when she gets mad."

"He got you weapons when you were only four? How did he manage that?" Aizawa is staring at him with an incredulous expression. He stares at the boy, who is shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"His cousin came by and gave it to me." He shrugs as he notices them coming to a stop. Anxiousness that he didn't know he had until then begins to creep into him, leaving him to take in a shaky breath. He doesn't know if his father is okay and not angry, knowing anything about his family. When angered, there is nothing one can do to calm them down unless given a reason or being knocked out. The only thing that Izuku didn't inherit from his parents, he knows when to drop his anger—sometimes.

Through the window, his eyes scan the desolate beach, attempting to find his father. Please, be here. You've spoke about this beach for so long. Please be—there! He quickly takes his belt off and gets out, followed by the three male adults and a few police officers. They make their way towards the villain with caution.

Izuku looks nothing like the man that stands in the water of the ocean, they note. That is not until the man turns do they see how similar they are. Those eyes fueled with determination, hold an analytical gleam, seeming to calculate a way to get out of this situation. Freckles and facial features, they can see where the boy gets it from. They keep Izuku hidden behind them just in case something is to go wrong. "Hisashi Midoriya!" the officer calls, earning the attention from the former villain. "You are under arrest!" They order him to put his hands in the air, but don't notice the gun in his right hand. No one knows what's going on, they just need to get him back to jail.

"I'm not dealing with this!" That brings a few advancing officials to freeze. He starts pacing, one hand in his hair and clenching his hair and pulling at it. "I can't do this! I'm not going back!" He starts muttering similar to his son's. They don't know what is going on, this is not something they've face before. He isn't violently resisting, he seems to be panicky, and is seeming to want to be alone. "I only wanted to see them one more time! You all won't let me!"

"Dad?" he whispers behind Toshinori, not understanding what he is meaning. "Detective Tsukauchi, what is he talking about? What's going on?"

Tsukauchi looks down and shakes his head seeming to be as lost this teenager. His attention is back to the man, who he can tell has a gun. "Careful, the man has a gun."

"I only wanted to see them once more!" His voice is full of distress, cracking a bit as if holding back tears. "I don't want to leave them!"

"Can you call them off? I want to speak with him." Izuku doesn't like this situation. He noticed the weapon, and is worried for both the officers and for his father. Hesitation but finally he gets an answer. He timidly makes his way to his father. "Dad! Dad, it's me, Izuku. Look at me, Dad. Please, calm down. Don't fight them, I don't want you to get hurt." His voice is strong and loud, but he keeps it gentle.

"Izuku?" Hisashi is unsure, looking at him with wide eyes. He walks forward slightly, the gun in his hand resting against his temple as he stares in disbelief. He starts to shake his head. As he speaks, he gets louder and louder. "No. No. No. No! No! No! You need to leave! You shouldn't be here! I'm not going back!"

It's too fast, too quick for anyone to even register. Izuku lunges at him and wraps his arms around his father's waist. Hisashi's eyes widen as does everyone else's. "Dad, please, calm down. Please, drop the gun. Please, Dad, don't do this." He hugs him tighter when his father runs his hand through his hair. He wants to help him, but he doesn't know how. Midoriya has never seen his father in this state of mind, having always seen his father happy, joking around and having fun with the two of them. Anxiety has taken its course and now he isn't thinking clearly, that's as much as he can tell. "Mom's worried. She wants you back safe and sound. Dad, what's wrong?"

"I can't. They'll take you two away from me again," he says. His voice is shaking as he thinks about the day he was visited by the man. So strange, so shady. He knew that the man was a villain. He isn't letting him harm his family. If they don't find out who his wife and son, they'll be fine. They'll be fine if he isn't around. "I can't let them take you away!" Izuku looks up at him with confusion and concern, reaching up and grabbing his dad's free hand. He tries again, using a soft pleading tone to try and reason with his father, trying to get him to understand that he needs to calm, that they can talk through it and that the heroes, the police can help them.

The onlookers are tense, watching the scene. They don't know how to even try to defuse the situation, keep it from escalating in case he harms his son. Toshinori is worried, he can see how lost the boy's father is. He seems so scared of something, something that they don't know. It's heartbreaking to see the perplexed expression on his face, those wide green eyes full of tears.

"'Zuku, I don't want you or your mother to get hurt. You both will only get hurt if I'm still around."

"Wh-what? Dad?"

Hisashi shoves his son away as he presses the barrel of the gun against his own temple. "I'm sorry, Izuku. I love you."

"Dad!"

Gunshot rings through the air. Blood splatters against Izuku's face.