Inko attends a parent teacher conference, then google search images pictures of All Might's butt. Vronskaya encourages our favorite baby bird to commit crime. More crime happens.

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"Thank you for coming to speak with me, Midoriya-san." Even though Inko hadn't been in school for about six years, her back straightened almost on reflex. Funai Eka was Kai's second grade homeroom teacher, a middle aged woman with a polite, if firm, air about her.

"It's no problem," Inko assured, pretending that she wasn't completely nervous. Was Kai being bullied? Misbehaving? God, this whole thing just reminded her why she was completely unqualified for this whole 'parent' thing.

"Midoriya-san. Morita-chan isn't in trouble. In fact, so far she's a joy to have in class. It's just…" Mrs. Funai paused, and Inko had a bad feeling stirring away in her gut. "We're a bit concerned about some of the things that she's been saying to the other students. About you."

"…I beg your pardon." Inko hadn't noticed any pro heroes or loiterers around, but already planned no less than three escape plans in that pause.

"She says—and I'm paraphrasing here—that you could "totally kick everyone else's ass"." Funai looked apologetic, but still a bit quizzical.

Inko allowed herself to breathe. "Oh, thank god."

"Midoriya-san?"

"Oh, no, no, that was inappropriate, I'm sorry." The woman sobered herself. "I was just worried that the other kids were making fun of her for being a foster kid, or something along those lines."

"Well—none that's been brought to my attention." But the look on Funai's face clearly telegraphed that she wouldn't put it past some of the kids. "But, uh, what is it you do for a living, Midoriya-san? Marital arts instructor…police officer…?" Pro Hero? Hung in the air, unspoken. Legally no institution could ask if a person was a pro hero for safety concerns, that information could only be given voluntarily.

"I'm a bartender." That caused the teacher's eyebrow to quirk, but she otherwise refrained from commenting. "But my quirk," Inko held out her hand and the teacher's pencil cup flew off the desk and into her hand, "is a versatile if weak form of telekinesis." The greenette placed the pencil cup back on the desk. "Also, I may have told her about a time I broke up a bar fight all on my own." Inko chuckled, nervous. Nothing of what she'd just said was lying, per sey, she was just…playing a few things close to the chest.

The elementary school teacher nodded. "I see, I too apologize for assuming anything, Midoriya-san. It's just, having seen Morita-chan's file, I'm concerned about her talking about any kind of violence in the home."

Godness, wasn't that ironic.

"Hey," the teacher stated, getting Inko's attention. "Parenting is always hard, even for people who've done it before. You got thrown into the metaphorical deep end, and I can tell that right now, you feel like you're barely keeping your head above water—"

Possible Empathic quirk. Makes sense for a schoolteacher.

"—but for whatever it's worth, I think you're doing a good job so far."

That's kind of bullshit, but I appreciate the sentiment.

The meeting ended shortly after that, with a polite handshake and Inko not quite believing what the teacher was saying. Inko waited outside the school for another ten minutes so she could pick up Kai. She suspected that Funai had schedule it during school hours not only to accommodate Inko's work schedule, but so the teacher could perhaps see how Kai reacted to unexpectedly seeing her foster mother. Smart move, really.

"Inko?" Kai blinked, looking surprised but not scared. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just thought that I'd come see my favorite blonde." Inko patted the top of Kai's head. "And maybe we could walk over to the library today?" The kid practically glowed at that. The school had a day trip to get all the kids library cards a couple of days ago, and Kai had been rearing to go back ever since.

"You serious?" Kai asked, looking unsure. The kid gave the most adorable little smile when Inko nodded her head yes.

Mustafa Public Library Computer #6, Google Search History: Friday, 4:36pm

-Mustafa Crime statistics

-All Might effect on crime statistics

-All Might Mustafa crime statistics

-All Might

-All Might cute

-All Might cute butt

Inko stared at the search results for a good thirty seconds before closing the tab in shame. What the fuck was that? She rubbed a hand up and down her face, trying to force down the blush. All Might was her friend, what was she doing acting like an obsessed fangirl? (Even if he was her second favorite blond).

Taking a breath, Inko leaned back to check on Kai. The Public Library was arranged in such a way that the vigilante could do some online browsing as Kai looked through children's section. A mop of blonde hair was standing in front of one of the shelves, a book already in hand. Despite the irregularities in Kai's education, she was a bright kid who liked learning.

The woman turned back to the computer and clicked over to her email account. She noticed several emails from a sender labeled only as MICAH—huh, okay. Not sure where this was going, but bored enough to check, Inko clicked the message open. She skimmed it, reading something about an 'amazing opportunity' and 'please take the time to schedule an appointment'. She swiftly deleted the message, along with two other ones that she didn't so much as bother to open.

She heard Kai's light footsteps approach and signed out of her email. "Hey, you ready to check out?"

"Yep," the girl nodded, looking so adorably enthusiastic.

Inko turned back to log out of the computer. "Nice, what did you get?"

Kai held up a book labeled Happy Hero Encyclopedia. Inko recognized it as a children's book that gave simplistic explanations of the quirks of some of the most well known heroes. Like, 'Endeavor can light things on fire to catch all the bad guys' type simplistic. Nothing that a person with a working TV and Internet signal can't put together themselves. The other was a medical encyclopedia that Inko doubted came from the children's section.

The foster mother raised an eyebrow.

"Vee-san said I should work on improving my quirk. And I can only recognize stuff that I've heard about."

She lowered her eyebrow.

"Are you going to check anything out?" Kai asked as Inko stood, stuffing her notebook back into her purse.

"Yeah. I've got a long stakeout planned for this weekend, so I grabbed an audiobook." Inko held up the case containing Anna Karenina. All 35 hours and 40 minutes of it.

Happy families are all alike; The text on the back read, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

People with happy families probably don't take that quickly to pick-pocketing, that much Vronskaya knew. As the woman had promised, she had taken the eight-year-old out to Mustafa park to start to teach the girl how to pickpocket. The girl had gotten a handle on it pretty quickly and was now having a hell of a time "accidentally" bumping into people and apologizing as she went to go play. Vronskaya would then put on her 'kindly old grandmother' act and return the valuables to their original owner.

Now, they were having a break. Kai was off at the playground, laughing and enjoying herself with the other children. Sakura sighed contentedly to herself, as she sat on a bench facing the pond. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see some ducks approaching the shoreline at their own leisurely pace.

Vronskaya chanced a look towards the lone figure by the pond. Blonde hair, antenna-like bangs, muscles the size of train cars? It certainly was a possibility. It wasn't until she checked him over with her quirk, and discovered that the man had absolutely no weak points whatsoever that the Russian was convinced. She looked back down at Kai, who looked almost hypnotized at the sight of the Number One hero just…feeding the ducks.

The Russian woman pulled out her notepad and a pen. "Ready for another lesson?" Kai nodded her head, always eager to learn.

"Go over there, and ask him for his autograph, without anyone else overhearing and finding out," Sakura instructed. "After all, he looks like he could use a quiet day." Kai nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath and seeming to steel herself.

It was so adorable.

Toshinori was taking a rare afternoon to himself (he was entitled, once every three months or so and yes that's perfectly healthy), just sitting in Mustafa Park and feeding some ducks. It wasn't that he didn't love his job or his fans (he did, he really did), it was just that everyone needed a break now and then. A chance to take a breathe and remind yourself what it was that you were fighting for. Mustafa Park was a perfect example. A few years ago, families didn't dare draw near because of the drug dealers and junkies that used the place as a sort of marketplace. Now? Not a needle or shady figure in sight, with refurbished playground equipment and families out enjoying the weekend with their kids.

All thanks to Jade Mantis. He couldn't help but think. He was so busy thinking while feeding the ducks, that he didn't even notice the pitter-patter of little feet approaching.

"All Might-san?" He looked to his left almost automatically. There was a little girl holding a pen and a notebook, shaking just a bit as she tried her best to maintain eye contact. Aww, the poor dear was probably just shy.

"Hm? Yes, young lass?" He asked, gentle, so as to not scare her off (or let anyone else know that he was right here).

"Could you…could you…" She hesitantly held out a notebook and pen, looking at the ground. "Could you please sign this?" She mumbled. Toshinori barely heard it, but smiled anyway, and gently took the offered pen and paper.

"Of course, miss..?"

"Oh! Morita! Morita Kai!" She remembered. "And I…uh, I think you're really cool." She whispered again, looking at her shoes.

To Kai—I think you're really cool too! All Might

"Thank you," Kai-chan whispered, just a bit louder. She looked at the notebook for a long second, before giving him a quick hug. (Just around his side, probably an impulsive decision). Before he could react, she ran off, autograph in hand, back to a woman with greying hair he supposed was her grandmother. The women talked for a few moments before walking away, not making a fuss. Toshinori smiled to himself, it was always good to meet a fan.

"You stole his wallet?" Vronskaya laughed, almost scandalized.

"It was almost too easy!" Kai laughed, sitting there on the barstool. She really had just walked up to All Might wanting an autograph (she'd be able to show it to everyone at school, it would be amazing), but then she'd just…wanted to see if she could. Sakura knew that she should probably scold the girl for this, but this? This was too good.

The symbol of peace pick-pocketed by an eight-year-old, no one would ever believe them and that just made it funnier. They had walked home from the park back to the Strekoza before Kai showed off her prize, like a little baby owl showing off her first kill.

They found basically what you would expect in an everyday wallet, credit and debit cards made out to one Yagi Toshinori (a little fact to file away for later), some receipts, membership cards, and about 9,000 yen in bills. However, there was one thing that Vronskaya hadn't expected.

It was a folded up polaroid of what looked like a young All Might-or, well Yagi Toshinori- with a muscular woman with dark hair. The yellow gloves and white cape gave away her most likely profession as a hero. An old teacher perhaps? A mentor? Maybe even a parent. Vronskaya suddenly realized that she was being…invasive. This was All Might's wallet, and the man might be pulling his blond hair out looking for it.

"Alright, alright, we've had our fun. Time to give it back." Kai pouted, but otherwise didn't object.

Yagi Toshinori could admit it, he was a little annoyed. He'd lost his wallet and was trying to wrack his brain as to where the hell he could have left it. To try and take his mind off it (and put off calling the credit card company to try and cancel his cards), he was sitting in an internet café not too far from the park and messing around on his laptop.

-Mustafa crime statistics

-Mustafa crime statistics Jade Mantis

-Jade Mantis

(He closed the tab before he could go any farther. Why the heck had he done that?)

He was scrolling through his civilian email (spam spam, coupon, spam) when he came across an email titled New Case from sayerofthelaw . It was probably Nedzu, as no one else Toshinori knew was cheeky enough to have an 'Island of Doctor Moreau' reference as an email address. Nedzu was a welcome addition to the hero community, certainly, but he was…well…a bit odd, to say the least. Always prattling on about something or another, when he wasn't laughing maniacally.

Toshinori steeled himself and opened the email. Going undercover. 24 hour radio silence. Wish me luck! The animal hero had then put a cute emoji of a paw giving a thumbs up. The number one hero blinked. Okay, so it wasn't a couple of paragraphs long and that was really nice, but as the Symbol of Peace he did need to set an example for the other heroes and scold them when necessary.

He switched over to the official heroics email account all the pros used to talk to each other.

To: hero-nedzu

From: symbolofpeace

Nedzu, we have a secure hero email server for a reason, please use it. Good luck on your operation, talk to you when you get back.

Before he could really think about it any further, his cell phone rang.

"Excuse me, is this Yagi Toshinori?" A lightly accented voice, inquired.

"Who is this?" He asked, probably letting his irritation bleed through more than he meant to. Toshinori was immediately sorry for being rude, but had a coupon to his favorite café and there and was only one more stamp away from a free coffee and cookie. Also, one of the only pictures that he had with Nana.

"My name is Vronskaya Sakura, I found your wallet on a bench at the Mustafa Park." He thought back to earlier that day—ah, the little girl! When she gave him the hug, it might have jostled the wallet out of his pocket. Or maybe he took it out for some reason and just forgot about it. Anyway, it was obviously found now so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

"Oh, thank you very much Vronskaya-sama!" He thanked, profusely glad at the prospect of getting it back. "Though, if you don't mind…what condition did you find it in?"

"No problem at all. It still has all the cash and credit cards, I believe. Though I will admit I'm tempted to nab your Sam's Club membership card." The older woman joked. Now, as much as Toshinori liked to believe the best in people, the realities of his job put him face to face with what humanity had to offer. It was nice, though, to see that his worst guess was wrong.

"Now, Yagi-san, would you prefer that I mail it back to you, drop it off at the police station…?" He'd honestly prefer to just pick it up himself, and there was no way he could ask Vronskaya-sama to do it. His wallet, his responsibility.

"No, no, I dropped it like an idiot, so I shouldn't inconvenience you any further." After some convincing on his part, he agreed to meet up at the Strekoza Restaurant in Mustafa to reclaim his lost property.

He ran a small, quick background check after he hung up the phone. Vronskaya Sakura was born in Russia, and had served her required time in the military becoming a translator for the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs. After working in several embassies throughout her career, she retired and moved to Japan several years ago.

Just run a couple blocks away to pick up his wallet, absolutely no problem.

The Number One Hero could smell the beef and butter as he approached the building, and felt his stomach rumble. Maybe once he got his wallet back…

He found the woman that he recognized from the background check standing behind the bar at the back of the restaurant, wiping down the bar with a rag.

"Uh, hi, my name is Yagi Toshinori, I was supposed to—"

"Ah! Yagi-san." The woman heartily greeted, looking him up and down. She reached into one of her apron pockets and pulled out his wallet. Though he was genuinely grateful, he took a moment to make sure everything was there. It was, just as he recalled it.

"Well, Vronskaya-sama, as you found my wallet, I believe it's only fair that I grab something to eat." Besides, he was the only potential customer in here right now, it was really only fair.

After ordering some appetizers, he heard one of the side doors open and saw the little girl from earlier (Kai-chan, as he recalled) come down. She was making her way over to Vronskaya-sama at the bar, but stopped once she saw him. The child looked at him curiously, as if trying to connect the dots. For whatever reason though, she didn't seem to recognize him this time, and after a few moments continued on her way.

Vronskaya-sama geve an indulgent smile as the girl climbed up on a barstool and sat down, opening up her book. "Kai-chan, this is Yagi-san. We found his wallet in the park, remember?" The kid nodded, understanding suddenly lighting up her eyes. The kid then smirked for some reason before going back to her book.

About half an hour later, Toshinori was about halfway through some of the most delicious beef stew he had ever eaten in his life when the front door open again. The hero vaguely registered a man in khakis holding a clipboard before turning back to his meal.

"Delivery for Vronskaya Sakura?"

"I beg your pardon?"

The man gestured to his clipboard. "The Strekoza Restaurant and Bar is scheduled for a re-stocking delivery. I've got about three crates full of vodka for you in my truck, ma'am." The deliveryman stated, voice oddly strained.

Vronskaya-sama took a moment, assessing the situation. "I think you may have come to the wrong address, as we have re-stocking shipments come on the third and seventeenth of every month, and we have a regular delivery person is well. Her name is Nariko and you are certainly not her." Vronskaya's voice was tight, and Toshinori noticed that she kept sending glances towards Kai-chan at the bar. The girl hadn't looked up from her book.

The deliveryman followed her line of sight and rubbed his face. "Damn, I was really hoping that we could do this the easy way." Before Toshinori could understand what was happening, there was a 'click' sound and a pink gas started filling up the restaurant. He looked back, and the man was now somehow wearing a gas mask, and Vronskaya-sama was taking a swing at him. The number one hero immediately rose up to assist in whatever way he could—but then he blacked out.

When he came to, Toshinori saw that the restaurant was wrecked. Tables were flipped over, chairs practically splintered, and Vronskaya-san was behind the bar. His vision was still blurry, but he could still make out how injured and tussled the older woman looked, scorch marks on her clothing and a trickle of blood coming down from her forehead. The hero blinked several times, and as his vision cleared he realized that arms were not supposed to bend that way.

"—I am being calm, you just have to let me talk. I don't care about deep breaths, you have to understand my goddaughter was abducted."

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