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Keep in mind that Izuku's birthday is on July 15. Also this is one of the less angsty chapters and one of the longest. Hope y'all enjoy this as much as I did.


Hisashi grunted when the nurse put an ice pack on his newly black eye. "This is what happens when you get into a fight, Hisashi," she muttered shaking her head. "First day of the school year and you're already fighting? I'm not healing this since you should learn not to get into fights. Unless you know how to fight, don't get into one."

"Yes ma'am," he responded, his hazel eyes trained on the ground in front of him. His shaggy black hair, curtained his face. "Thank you. I'll see you around." He got up and made his way out, humming a cheery tune. The reason he got into a fight in the first place was because these quirk users from a hero school were beating a quirkless kid in their third years. While being quirkless wasn't rare, being quirkless was seen as being useless. It was terrible how uprising heroes saw the quirkless and it annoyed him. It was not their fault for being born a certain way. He kicked a rock out of anger but it came right back and hit him in the shoulder.

"Better watch where you're kicking that thing!" The girl's voice was rough with anger, glaring at him. He stared at the ash blonde with indifference before looking over to the greenette who hid behind her friend. He didn't get a good look of her, but he could tell that she was the timid type. "Inko, he's not going to hurt you and if he does, I'll give that shiner a friend."

"Mitsuki," she whispered in warning as she looked past her and towards the slit pupil, hazel-eyed male. "Hey, sorry for hitting you with the rock. I just acted out of instinct." She bowed to him for a second before straightening, her hair falling into her face.

Hisashi gawked at her for a minute before smiling softly. "It's alright. My name is Midoriya Hisashi," he said, bowing towards her. "I'm a third year."

"Ah! I'm Kawakami Inko. I'm a third year too but I'm new to the school," she introduced herself. "This is—"

"I'm Mitsuki," the ash blonde interrupted, glaring at Hisashi with her intense red eyes. "I'm a first year. Now that we got that out of our system, let's go, Inko. I don't want to be around this guy any longer. His face pisses me off."

As they walked away, a dumb grin came to Hisashi's face as he watched the newly introduced Inko walk away. The only thought that crossed his mind was, She's a beauty. He was hoping to see her in some of his classes, maybe he could have a chance to speak with her without that atrocious little girl. He shook himself out of his musings and made his way to his third class upon having heard the bell. Kawakami Inko, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Her personality was right there, shy and kind. He knew that even she could get angry, and he hoped not to ever see her angry. What was that saying? Hell has no fury like a woman scorned? Yeah, never gonna make that woman angry nor would he betray her.

Every day through out their last year, Midoriya did his best to speak to Kawakami. Those times he did, he learned more about her and he loved finding out about her likes and dislikes, he especially liked finding out about her hobbies. He continued to get into more and more fights and Inko was there to help him with his injuries. He was grateful for the woman, happy that he had met such an angel. Mitsuki couldn't stand him for a while, but they soon started getting along which was great since it meant he could hang out with them and get closer with the sweet and kind beauty.

He liked hearing about their quirks and he loved to take notes on them. One day, they were sitting around and letting him jot down notes on their quirks. He hummed as he breathed a plume of smoke towards Inko's general direction, making sure it wouldn't get anywhere near her. He accidentally confessed his feelings towards Inko that day. The plume of smoke was heart shaped and Mitsuki wouldn't stop making fun of him afterwards. Albeit it, he was happy when they started dating. Unknown to her, he was slipping. He was growing angrier and angrier towards the heroes. He was going to show them why they shouldn't be fakes.

After high school, the two lovers lost touch after a fight they had. Inko was heartbroken and called it off, never returning to Hisashi. This sent the male over the edge and now that he had no one to hold him back, he started committing villainous crimes. At first it wasn't big crimes, gradually his acts got worse and worse and by the time it was known by the public, he went by the name of Dragon. He didn't care who he hurt, but he hoped to never hurt the one he lost. Even though he never thought he'd ever meet his high school sweetheart ever again, he should've known that fate had different plans.

During a party, six years after graduation, it was a hot night on July 15 when Hisashi caught sight of a dame with familiar green hair. Not to mention, he also noticed the ash blondie from high school. At first he didn't think it was them, then he heard the blonde yelling. "Inko! Come on! Let's just have fun!"

Unbeknownst to the villain, hope shined in his hazel irises as he made his way over to the two. "Inko?" he asked as he stared at the greenette who didn't seem to have changed much. When she turned, his heartbeat quickened and before he knew it, he hugged her and spun around as he held her. Midoriya felt a little dumb for it was like those cheesy movies that they watch during a few of their dates, laughing at the cheesiness. "I've found you! My sweet and beautiful angel," he whispered as he pressed their foreheads together, staring deeply into those emeralds that he fell in love with, seeing the tears that shone like gems in her eyes. "I apologize for having left you. I had no right in hurting a beauty like yourself. Even so, I understand why you broke it off with me, I am a terrible person."

"Hisashi?" Her tone held disbelief before she started sobbing, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You're not! You—you never were a terri-terrible person." She cried harder when he started whispering to her, those sweet nothings that she loved to hear come from him. His constant reassuring words that he used to comfort her when days were tough. "I missed you, Sashi," she murmured, her forehead against his shoulder. "I missed you."

Mitsuki broke them apart with a joking snide comment. "It's nice seeing you again, Baka. Nice to know that even after all these years you two are still the same love-struck couple, I've been suffering with." They laughed as they got together. "Now, can we talk with how much your hair's grown? Not to mention the scruff you've got going."

"Yeah, I've come to terms with my age. But I see that you haven't."

"You're only twenty-four. Come-to-terms-with-age my ass. Admit it, you missed 'your angel' so much that you barely took care of yourself." Inko and Mitsuki—the She-Devil as Hisashi named her—watched the blush cover his cheeks. They burst into a fit of snickers until Inko made the comment of liking the look on him, earning an eye roll from her friend. "You'd like anything on him." Then dropped her voice to a suggestive whisper, "Or off." That earned her a small shriek of her name and a slap to the arm. Hisashi didn't hear what the second part of what she said, but the smirk on her face gave the villain all what he needed to know.

It was two months later on October 13 when the two got married. They were living a happy normal life, being a newly wedded couple and all. They moved into Hisashi's apartment and settled down. Everything was okay for a while but fate was never kind. Hisashi sneaked out at night and no matter how long Inko slept, she always knew when he'd get out of bed. It was starting to worry her when she would wake up to find him gone. There were times when during the day he'd go to work and not come back until midnight, the alarming part was the fact he came back with injuries. She was getting worried but she never said anything, just accepting that he was doing something and he'd tell her one day when he was ready.

Around February, she found out two things. One, her husband was a villain. And two, she was pregnant. She had two things to confront Hisashi. She had two things to worry about now. She hid her pregnancy for a few weeks. She needed time to get him to know what she knew. Midoriya Inko wasn't sure how to do that at all.


The opportunity finally presented itself when she caught him sneaking out again on early March, grabbing his wrist. "It's okay, my love, I'll be back."

"I know," she whispered. Her eyes open and staring at him innocently. She gaped at him, wishing that he could tell her that she was wrong. That she had only imagined the entire thing. She wished for him to tell her that no, he wasn't a villain. "I know, who you really are. You're Dragon. You're...you're a villain."

No response came. No denial came. She watched the look of shame and acceptance to the comment. Inko watched her husband have a small fight with himself, she watched him slowly start to panic. It was one of those attacks that she wished he never had, it hurt her to see such fear in him. Without any thought, she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. "It's okay," she had murmured gently, rubbing his back. "Everything will be okay. I know who you are, but I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to get hurt. I love you too much for that to happen. I need you with me. Your child needs you."

This brought him out of the increasing attack, quickly pulling away from his loving wife. His eyes were wide staring at her as if trying to see if he heard right. "My—my child? We don't..." He looked down at her stomach then back at her face. His pupils expanded a bit as he looked at her. "You're—you're pregnant?" He was shocked. His wife was pregnant? With his child? He noticed how her demeanor changed with those words, he could tell that she was unsure of what he actually felt. She withdrew herself in as if not sure how he was going to react. Did she think I might not want it? "Inko," he breathed with surprise. "You're pregnant with my child?" A small nod. Her gaze was on her lap not seeing the smile that stretched across his face. He made her look at him with the gentlest of touches, his eyes shining with happiness. "This is great news! We're going to be a family. How—how long?"

"Four weeks," she responded with a quiet tone. "I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure how to bring it up. I didn't know how you'd react." She started crying, leaning against him and he welcomed her with caring arms. He held her and rocked her, telling her that he was happy with the news. "Can you please not go out tonight?"

With no hesitation, he answered, "I won't." He lay back down, holding his wife close to him. He was ecstatic, but he also feared that he'd be a terrible father. What child would want a villain for a father? He hoped that he could raise his son or daughter to be better, not to make the mistake he did.