"Boy, front and center," Ryuko shouted as she came into her very large home. She needed one of that size for when her husband visited. The sound of loud footsteps carried through the quiet home. Her son was in front of her in moments. "You sent the maids home, why," she questioned.
Ishirō rubbed his arm. "I just thought you wouldn't want them around to hear this and my punishment might include doing some of their work," he nervously said.
Ryuko sighed and stepped passed her son who followed her into the kitchen. She opened a cabinet that contained expensive liqueurs and a large glass. Ishirō stood silent and watched as his mother poured herself a copious amount of the sweetened, amber liquid. "Your punishment," she eyed Ishirō. "Protect your cousin, if someone takes a swing at him, take it for him, if someone tries to use their quirk on him, get in their way. If they want to hurt him, hurt them back. After the offender is crushed and lying in the dirt," she swallowed the entire glass and crushed it in her hand, the glass tinkling on the exotically tiled floor. "Call me and I will bring the full weight of the law down on that school."
Ishirō was taken aback, he slowly nodded. "Ye-yes mother, may I ask, why are you angry at the school and not me, I misbehaved and used my quirk on another person?" he wondered what changed to redirect her ire somewhere other than at him.
"That school is a cesspool of everything wrong with this country son," Ryuko said as she fished out another glass and filled it to the brim with alcohol. "While I am not happy you used your strength against someone else, it did expose the underlying problem going on in your cousin's life. Now clean up this glass," she instructed him as she left the room.
Ishirō waited until she was almost gone before calling out. "Mother, at the party in a few weeks you are hosting for making it to the number 9 spot, would Izuku be allowed to attend, he's such a fan of heroes and it would give me someone to talk to."
Ryuko looked up and took a sip of her glass. "Sure, if he's so set on being a hero that others are trying to stop him, it would do him well to see the peak," she granted the request.
Ishirō smiled as he found a broom and mop. "Oh, he's going to be so happy to hear that, he says he's Uncle Might's biggest fan and I've seen his room he has sooooo much stuff, I think he's right," Ishirō happily said as he cleaned up the mess.
The next day of classes was strange for the students not in the know. There was a thick tension in the air as the teachers tread lightly around Ishirō, be it because of the power of his own quirk, his heritage or the threat his mother left dangling over the school, classes were now much stricter on controlling quirk usage.
For Izuku everything was different, he had gotten into class that morning as he always did, before his teacher could even start the lesson, she was called into the principal's office. A half an hour later came back to rowdy students who were all busy chatting or using their quirks without supervision, all except Izuku who didn't have one and Bakugo who refused to make eye contact with anyone as he slouched in his desk. "Class settle down, due to an incident," she said as she looked at Bakugo. "The principal is requiring that we, the teachers curb your use of your quirks in school," she said to protests from the students. "This is non-negotiable," the teacher firmly said. "Now let's begin our lesson on, pre-quirk history."
Izuku spent most of his day in a fog, "The teachers are actually curbing quirk use, does this have anything to do with what happened yesterday?" he wondered as he sat at his desk and ate his lunch. A larger body that his own sat in a chair across for him as he was stuck in his own thoughts.
"Hey Izuku," Ishirō smiled at his cousin, his voice startling Izuku from his musings.
"Oh, h-hey, Ishirō," Izuku stammered as he picked at his lunch.
Ishirō continued smiling at Izuku. "I got some good news for you," he singsonged. "Mom said you can come to the party she's throwing," he said excitedly.
Izuku jerked his head up quickly, his eyes wide with joy. "REALLY," he shouted, drawing the stares of everyone in the room. "I can come to the hero party?" he asked, as if this was all an elaborate prank.
Ishirō nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be great, you're going to get to meet every hero in the top ten," he responded with as much excitement as his green haired cousin was.
A few nearby students heard this and inserted themselves into the conversation. "Wait, Deku is going to meet a bunch of heroes," sneered a classmate. "What does he have a terminal case of loser," the bully continued as others laughed.
Izuku looked down at his food once again in shame. Ishirō stood up from his chair and bared his fangs. "No, he's my cousin and that's why he's getting invited to hang out with me at the party my mom is throwing since she made Number Nine," Ishirō stepped forward and snarled. "And his name is Izuku, not Deku," a sharpened claw poked the other student in the chest.
Ishirō turned away from the other students and sat back with Izuku to help him prepare for going, he told him what he was expected to dress like, which was a semi-formal. What took the next few days was convincing him to bring some of his hero journals.
"Come on, even if you aren't planning to show off your notes, you could at least get their autographs," Ishirō pleaded.
"Alright, I'll bring my notebooks, just to get them signed," Izuku relented as he got dressed, he hung up the call.
"Izuku sweetie, we'll need to be going soon, if we want to show up on time," Inko demurely said from the other side of the door as she ran the back of her hand down her pink dress to get the wrinkles out. Izuku stepped out of his room in the nicest clothes that he owned, a slightly too large button up that belonged to his father.
As the two Midoriya's stood outside the large door, Inko began fussing. "And you're sure Ishirō didn't say to bring anything," Inko asked nervously.
Izuku shook his head. "No he said not to bring anything since no one else was. He said it's more like an office party than a party party," he answered as he reached up to knock on the door. Which flew open before he could touch it.
"Cousin, auntie, you made it," Ishirō shouted happily as he pulled them both inside to the domicile. "I'm so happy to see you here."
Izuku and Inko stood nervously as suddenly they felt many sets of eyes on them. Izuku's body began shaking ever so slightly. "Sweetie are you okay," Inko asked, worried about her son having a panic attack.
"So many heroes," Izuku gasped out. His body filling with excitement about even being in the same room as them.
"Great let's get you introduced," Ishirō again dragging the Midoriyas around.
"Hey little monster," Miruko smirked as she sipped her drink. She reached up and ruffled Ishirō 's hair. "What did you manage to catch this time?" she asked.
"This is my cousin Izuku and my auntie Inko," Ishirō pushed each of the people forward. "He wants to be a hero."
"I uh, you see, it's," Izuku stammered as he tried to form proper sentences.
"Well that's respectable, so kid what you got, super strength, invincibility, maybe you fly and shoot lasers out of your eyes," Miruko chuckled as she tried to ease some of the boy's tension.
"ImakenotesaboutheroesandIthinkyouhaveareallycoolquirkandcouldyoupleasesignmynotebook," Izuku said as fast as he could before taking huge gulps of air.
"Jeez kid, ease up, you'll die of old age before you're twenty if you stress out like that," Miruko joked. Her enhanced hearing allowed her to easily decipher what he had said. "But sure, I'll give you an autograph, let me see your book," she extended her hand.
Izuku quickly pulled out Hero Analysis for the Future Volume 7 and turned to the pages he had on the Rabbit hero. "Um anywhere is fine," he quietly requested.
Miruko let out a long whistle. "Damn kid," she said as she flipped through the book, reading his words about her. "Wow, I only just figured out I could do this, like, last year," she quickly reread. "I don't think I could do that, but I never thought to try," she read a small part on some possible uses of her quirk. "Hey everyone," Miruko shouted, drawing everyone's attention. "Come check this out."
"What do you have there Hops," Hawks said as he came over with the rest of the pros.
"This kid is wicked smart," Rumi said as she pointed to her notes. "See what he's got written down about me."
Yoroi Musha took the book from her. "Cute fuzzy tail, pretty ears, nice smile," the elderly man teased.
Rumi blushed furiously, "Not that you old perv. This see how well he's analyzed my quirk." Rumi turned to look at the embarrassed child. "But thank you for the compliments, that's really sweet of you," she winked at Izuku who covered his face in his hands.
"Dang, does he only got you in this or," Crust asked as he was passed the notebook.
"Oh no, I have on all of you," Izuku said as he displayed the various volumes he had brought with him. "I was hoping to get autographs," he kicked his foot.
"Man, this is great," Gang Orca chuckled as he skimmed his pages and quickly signed an autograph. "This is what I would expect from a professional analyst."
"Hey Enji," Hawks shouted to the back of the room. "He's got notes on you too. I didn't know you could fire a laser beam."
"What, how does he know that," Endeavor quickly stomped over. "I've been perfecting Prominence Burn for years," he angrily said as he snatched the notebook from Hawks who was grinning like a loon. "Hmm, smart," the fire hero grunted as he read his detailed notes. "Meticulous, where did you come by this information," Endeavor demanded to know of the child who was now cautiously stepping back from the hero.
"Endeavor calm down your scaring the poor thing," Best Jeanist said as he pulled the pro hero back a step. "He's not a spy, it clear that he has a brilliant mind and pieced this together from watching old footage of us."
Before the conversation could continue, Ishirō began to sniff the air. "Izuku, come with me, quickly," he said as he pulled his cousin away from the pros.
"What, what's going to happen," Izuku said nervously as he was pushed to stand by the door.
Ishirō shook his head and grew claws on his fingers as he quietly scaled the wall and perched above the door looking down at the floor. The other pros watching the strange display as Ryuko just shook her head in disbelief. "Every time," she sighed and took a huge swig of her alcohol.
"I am HERE!" the famous voice of Izuku's favorite hero said as he swung open the door. "Coming in fashionably," he started to say.
"Uncle Might," Ishirō shouted as he pounced on the large blonde man
laaaaa," he squealed as he was taken to the floor by the sudden impact of Ishirō landed on him.
"OH MY GOSH IT'S ALL MIGHT," Izuku shouted and fell back in a faint.
"Uh, Izuku," Ishirō looked at his cousin who was twitching on the floor. "Oops," he shrugged as he got off All Might's back and walked over to the unconscious boy. "Probably should have warned him." All Might getting off the ground to look at the child with him.
Inko pushed through the crowd and saw her son on the ground with Ishirō and All Might staring down at him. She joined the not awake club shortly after. "Double oops," Ishirō hissed. "I'm in trouble for that aren't I?" he asked with a grin at his mother who simply glared at him. "Yup, I'm grounded."
Izuku's eyes fluttered open and he found himself staring at the ceiling. "Oh wow, what happened. I dreamt I saw All Might and then my cousin attacked him, finally we had sundaes," he groggily said as he sat up.
"Well two-thirds of that is true," All Might loudly said. "We'll see about the last part," he smiled.
"Oh gosh, All Might, I'myourbiggestfan,I'vewantedtomeetyousinceIsawyourvideowhenIwasfourandyousavedallthosepeoplefromtheburningbuilding," Izuku started to speak rapidly.
All Might quickly placed his hand on Izuku's shoulder. "It's okay, I understand Young Midoriya, you aren't the first child who's been overcome with admiration upon meeting me," All Might comforted the flustered child and put one of the notebooks down, something Edgeshot had slipped him while he was waiting for the boy and his mother to wake up. He had been fascinated by the insight this boy had and if the secret of One for All hadn't been so carefully guarded he was certain the boy would have pieced it together by now.
"I must say, you have quite an interesting take on my quirk," All Might pointed at the book he had been reading. "Mighty Boy," he teased.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take your name," Izuku quickly started apologizing.
"Nonsense, I find it flattering that someone so smart and kind has taken such an interest in me," All Might said as he waved off the apology. "I got a good look through some of these books and they are pretty daaaa-ng accurate," he praised. "What I want to know is why there's none with you in them?" he leaned in.
"I don't have a quirk," Izuku muttered silently. Hoping that All Might would mishear and not press further.
"Don't. Have a quirk," All Might grunted. "That's, well that's a setback isn't it."
"Ye-yes," Izuku braced himself for the inevitable, "You can't be a hero without a quirk speech," and it would kill him inside to hear it from his idol.
"I know isn't that great Uncle Might," Ishirō quickly jumped into the conversation after adding a quick layer of spackle to the wall where he had dug his claws in. "You always said the world could use more heroes and how lucky we'd all be if someone smart and kind had your quirk," he finished.
All Might paused. "Yes, if someone smart and kind had my quirk," he mused. "I did say that to David one day," he rubbed his chin. "Tell me Young Midoriya, what makes you want to be a hero?" he pointedly asked.
Izuku nervously shuffled in his seat. "I just want to help people, save them with a smile. I want people to feel safe when I show up, that everything is going to be okay. That there isn't going to be any more pain," Izuku confessed to his idol.
"You know you can't save everyone," All Might lobbed the notion at the young man.
Izuku quickly straightened up. "But a real hero will never stop trying," he fired back.
"You're goddamn right they won't," All Might nodded. "I found it, the perfect successor."
Ishirō reached over the back of the couch and plucked Izuku off the cushion. "Well this is great, but I should introduce him to Endeavors son," he quickly absconded with the confused green-haired boy. "And let you explain to Auntie Inko what happened. Good luck," he shouted as he turned the corner.
"What?" All Might quirked an eyebrow, before the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
"Where is my son," Inko hissed as she shot out of the chair she had been placed in.
"Son of a bitch," All Might mentally swore as he realized what he had been tasked to do.
"And this bundle of sun shine is," Ishirō said as he pushed Izuku towards and boy his age who was standing off in a corner not engaging anyone. Ishirō waited for Shoto to introduce himself, but the three boys just stared at each other awkwardly. "Endeavor's son, yay," he quietly cheered.
"Hi um, I'm Izuku Midoriya," Izuku introduced himself as he stretched out his hand to the other boy. Todoroki's only response was a grunt of annoyance.
"Come on Todoroki-kun," Ishirō whined. "He's my cousin, the least you could do is shake his hand."
"Cousin?" Todoroki's eyes widened. "He called All Might his Uncle, this boy is his cousin?" Todoroki grasped Izuku's hand and gave it a shake as he analyzed the features of the boy in front of him. "He doesn't share many of the same looks as him, but he could take after his mother more."
"Man of many words," Ishirō proudly said.
"Um, what's you're quirk, is it fire, like you father's," Izuku asked trying to break the ice. Kids loved talking about their quirks.
"Hot and Cold," Todoroki quickly answered.
"Oh, that's cool," Izuku said cheerfully. "So you get your ice powers from your mother, is she a pro-hero too?" he inquired. "There isn't a lot of information on the personal life of Endeavor, and it's known that he's married but not much about the wife."
"No, she's," Todoroki paused to find the right words. "Unwell," he distracted.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Izuku muttered an apology. "I hope she gets well soon."
"Me too," Todoroki nodded and took a sip from his drink, punch was served for the three of them seeing as they weren't of drinking age for a long time to come.
"So I uh, noticed that there aren't a lot of children here," Izuku again tried to start a conversation.
"Yeah, most heroes are too busy with their jobs," Ishirō kept it going so that it wouldn't die in the awkward void of waiting for Todoroki to engage. The last few parties he had gone to had been pretty bland since the only other person his age didn't want to talk to him.
"Or maybe they'd be shitty parents," Todoroki griped as he glared at his father from across the room.
"Oof, always with the anger at your dad," Ishirō shook his head. "You know if you told someone maybe you'd feel better," Ishirō offered some advice. Todoroki softly growled. "I talk with dad about anything, even the stuff I'm embarrassed too, like girls and stuff," he continued not noticing the growing danger as Todoroki clenched his fist.
"Uh Ishirō," Izuku said as he backed away from the two of them. "Maybe you should."
"But that's because I trust my dad to always have my best interest and that he'd never do anything to hurt me," Ishirō spoke undeterred by the words of caution being sent his way.
Small shards of ice began to form on Todoroki's right hand as the contents of his cup began to boil. "Cousin maybe not talk about your dad right now," Izuku quickly started to look for a nearby pro to hopefully defuse the situation.
"It's fine Izuku," Ishirō waved off the concern. "I'm sure that whatever problem you have with your father if you just talked to him, he'll help you because he loves you," Ishirō suddenly stopped as he felt a strange sensation he'd never felt before. Lack of arm. He raised the severed limb up. "Huh," he muttered before collapsing against the glacier that had suddenly appeared in the room.
The party was quickly ended as Endeavor took his son home, while the other heroes quickly tried to dress Ishirō 's wounds, the young boy simply waving off the attempts to help him and told his mother he'd be in the basement for a while, trudging off and leaving a long trail of blood behind him as he slowly made his way across the room to a heavy wooden door disappearing below the house. Ryuko thanked the other pros for showing up at the party and that she would make sure to see to her son's health.
All Might stood awkwardly at the gate surrounding Ryuko's home hoping to have a quick conversation with the young boy who had impressed him that day. When he saw the two green haired attendees walking down the path he sprang into action. Quickly blocking the sidewalk, Inko shrieked in fright at All Might sudden appearance. Izuku managed to jump a foot in the air in surprise.
"Sorry about that," All Might quickly apologized. "But if possible, could I speak with Young Midoriya for a moment," All Might requested of the mother. Who was busy fanning her face to cool herself down.
Inko nodded at the request and watched as Izuku walked a few feet away with his idol.
"Young Midoriya, I know you said that you would like to be a hero, above all else," All Might clarified.
Izuku nodded furiously. "Ever since I was a kid," he answered.
"Well you're at a distinct disadvantage due to your quirkless situation. But," All Might cut of the boy who was opening his mouth. "You have something a lot of heroes don't. Heart, and being smart helps a lot too," All Might admitted. "I have an idea that might work, you follow a training regimen that I will put together, tailor made for you in mind, that should see you ready for the U.A. entrance exam in a few years," All Might offered, his mind thinking of how ready Izuku's body would be to accept One for All by that time.
"Really, you would help me," Izuku shouted in surprise.
All Might shushed him as he noticed some of the other pros who had all decided to go drinking together stared at him with a weird look. "Yes, but don't go telling everyone this. I get enough press hassling me as it is, and they'll bother you and your mother if they find out I'm helping you train."
Izuku nodded rapidly. "I promise, I won't tell a soul," he proudly declared.
"Well you can tell your mother and Ishirō I guess, since he's probably going to smell me on you at times," All Might pondered. "Young Midoriya, I think you have what it takes to be a hero," he said as he reached out his hand to the smaller excited boy.
"Oh my gosh, this is like a dream," Izuku said as he grasped All Might's hand and shook it. "I promise, I won't let you down." He shouted as he returned to his mother's side. "Mom, I have great news, the best news," Izuku began rapidly telling her everything All Might said.
All Might's gaze lingered on the family as they walked away, a smile on his face.
"Damn All Might," Hawks landed next to him. "I didn't know you were a chubby chaser," he teased as he followed All Might's sightlines to Inko's generous backside.
"Extra Thicc," All Might corrected the young man.
Author's Notes: This story is pretty easy to write. Not a lot of changes so far to canon, but I feel like I set things up well and make the characters feel correct.
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Ichigo Oga she strict because she is a traditionally raised Japanese woman. She has certain expectations for the way her child behaves. Ishiro takes after his father in a lot of regards being that Godzillo is an American, my head canon, because I want to be Godzillo and I think there's something fun about an American having his powers.
She loves her family very much but does not want her son to be too rowdy and disruptive.
