I will be posting a preview of a new fanfiction I'm planning. I didn't get anyone to tell me they want to read it, but I'm actually hyped for this. I'm trying to get a lot of characters some screen time, but I have trouble grasping their personality and there are a lot of characters. A lot of repeating scenes is also an issue. Apologies for my poor writing skills for this story.


The 1-A students (excluding Bakugou) look between the father and son with wide eyes. Shinsou is on the floor dying with laughter as they seem to be trying to wrap their minds around the bombshell. Midoriya is giving him an unimpressed look, shaking his head as he places a small kick against his thigh. "Please stop. I'm sure one of them will kill you," he says, looking up to his father who isn't there anymore. He hears the familiar, guttural laughter that only belongs to one person, he sighs. "Of course, you two have to be the same."

"I'm sorry! It's too funny!" Hisashi, from what Aizawa and Yagi notice, is in a much better mood from the first time they met him. He is more relaxed and less tensed, less panicked. That's good, they think. They can see where Midoriya gets his smile from and combined the looks of his mother, they are sure he can make even the most cold heart villain melt. Maybe we should try that sometime, thinks Aizawa with a faint grin. "Your friends are just amusing. I can't believe that these are the arising heroes you've told me about. And that one must be Shinsou," he says, pointing to the calmer Hitoshi as he gets back to his feet, wiping his eyes from the stray tears of laughter. "Yeah, that's him. The bags are the noticeable trait."

"Hah, you told him about me?" The outrageous look of disbelief on him is enough to bring out a soft yelp from the villain's son. Midoriya scratches his nape as he gives a nervous laugh and nods shyly. "You told him about all of us, I presume?" Another nod.

"But I only spoke about who you are and the things we do, never about your quirks. Dad's a mutterer and he'll probably let it slip."

"Ah, so like father like son!" chirps Mina, laughing at the fact he gets a lot of things from his father. The two turns to look at each other and Hisashi laughs, muttering how unfortunate Izuku is when having such exposing friends. It's nice seeing such a overly known villain being a father figure towards his hero son. It's almost rare to see something like the sort. They can all clearly see just how much he loves his son, but that leaves the question, why did he become a villain?

Todoroki realizes why they're here. The 1-A students immediately perk up and start firing off a few questions, some relevant to the assignment and some to just everyday life. They were told to leave the whole "Why did you become a villain?" question until the end.

"How did you meet Midoriya's mom? Kerro." Tsuyu looks at him with her head tilted. She really wants to know how this was going to go.

He has a faraway look as he smiles. "Oh, I was finally released from the infirmary after getting into a fight. I kicked a rock and accidentally sent towards her, only for it to come back and hit me. She was so embarrassed for doing so, but even as she walked away after apologizing, I just couldn't help but think She's a beauty. I really wanted to know more about her since her kind heartedness drew me in. The misfortunate part for me is that I had to have a black eye that day."

"Hah! Like father like son indeed!" Kirishima repeats Ashido's earlier statement.

"So what was Midoriya like when he was born? Was he rowdy? Cry a lot?"

Hisashi looks at his son. The sad smile on his face sort of worries them. "He cried when he was born, yes, but once in the incubator, he was silent. He'll let out a few whimpers here and there, but that's it. Oh, how small he was. I was really terrified."

"Wait, so Midoriya was a preemie?" comes the question from three people as they turned to look at their friend. "How early?"

"Hmm, he was due for November. About four months? Yeah, four months early actually." The smile that crosses Hisashi's face shows his gratefulness, his happiness for the well-being of his son. "But he was a little fighter, not to mention with the advance in medicine and science. If you ever meet Inko, ask her to show you some of his pictures. He was so adorable! My cousin was very fond of him, she loved carrying him around whenever she got the chance."

"Dad! Don't give them ideas!"

"Is she the same cousin that gave him his present?" Yagi asks, watching his students jump at the reminder that he's there. He laughs and smiles, coughing a little bit.

"Hmm? Wait, Izuku, you told them?"

"I only told Yagi-sensei, Aizawa-sensei, and Detective Naomasa. My class doesn't know about it." A mischievous smirk comes to his face. "Dad, no! They don't need to know!"

Ashido laughs and tells Hisashi to continue. A couple of "Oh, we must know!" and "Tell us!" all come from his classmates as he blushes brightly. Hisashi laughs, glancing at the two teachers who both wear small, faint smiles. Oh, I can't wait to see these reactions. Hisashi can tell that is just what is going through their minds. "Oh! I had my cousin to give him my favorite firearm, a Norinco Tokarev Type 54 Model 213 9mm Pistol, a roll of numerous knives all with different metals, and a stuffed animal." He sighs dreamily as he reminisces that day. He nods, pursing his lips as he remembers the incident after that. "Yes, that was the most terrifying moments of my life. When his mother came yelling at me for the gift, she spooked so many villains and guards. They asked how I could've ever fall in love with such a woman who spits fire hotter than I."

"We've never met her, but Midoriya says she's so kind and speaks very highly about her," comments Iida, fixing his glasses. "It's kind of difficult to see her being scary."

"Not to mention, the fact that she's really adorable looking!" shouts Uraraka. "She's seems to be the soft type."

Hisashi meets Toshinori's gaze, staring at him with disbelief. "They're too innocent. You've met her, yes?"

Toshinori nods slowly, glancing at young Midoriya and young Bakugou who are sharing looks. Izuku turns to his mentor then towards his father who sighs. "Inko—the most adorable and kind hearted angel that I fell in love with—is terrifying when angry. Have you heard the sayings, Hell has no fury like a woman scorned and The devils runs when a good man goes to war? Those sayings apply greatly to Inko. I have seen her angry a few times in our times of dating, but only two times was that anger directed towards me. It's terrifying. Have you seen Izuku angry before?"

They stop and then turn towards their friend. Tokoyami blinks at Hisashi. "Very rarely, actually. He doesn't seem to get that angry."

"I don't let anger take over. It can be good at times, but letting rage consume you will tire you out and cause you to take reckless decisions. So I just use anger in a more analytical way," he answers with a smirk that can rival his father's. "It fuels my determination." They stare at him with wide eyes, watching him turn to his father and smiles innocently. "So, why did you become a villain?"


Important A/N: So I got a review that I want to acknowledge. This isn't a terrible response. I kind of want to point things out. Yes, I know where you're going with this review. I want to kindly point out that this is days after everything happened. Midoriya is somewhat calmer now, returned to his old self. Yes, he'll have trouble with a few things, but he has gotten passed a few things and the bigger things still affect him somewhat. He has to speak with his father at some point, so this is killing two birds with one stone. This is somewhat to lighten the mood in the story that I had set by accident. I apologize for the way this came across. I have a very basic grasp on human psychology given my age (16) and I usually do not like straying from what I know and research. I do a lot of research for psychological purposes. I greatly apologize for this error on my part.