[3rd Person]

Izuku took a quick bath first in the bathroom beside his room. After he finished cleaning himself, he dried his body using a towel he found in the cabinet before wrapping it around his waist and exiting the bathroom. He headed for his bed, where the provided clothes for him sat, and wore the blank tank top and gray sweat pants before and after drying his hair with the towel. After doing so, he hung said towel on a hanger and headed for the door. Fixing his greenish black hair was just a waste of time when it would naturally get messy on its own anyway.

He left the room and found himself alone in a huge hallway. The boy looked around in both directions; Left was empty, and the right, also empty. No one was there to guide him, when he distinctly remembered the black bird guy, Tokoyami, saying that he was going to guide him around the whole mansion. Now was the time to do so, yet he was nowhere to be found.

Izuku sighed and thought hard for directions. If his memory served him right, going right lead to All Might's office. So, what was left was…the direction left. He decided to head there instead, taking notes of his direction and the rooms he passed by.

The boy was barefoot as he took his time wandering around the mansion before groaning, "This mansion's too big! I don't even know where I am right now."

As he was walking, huge windows began appearing on the walls as he strode along. Until he halted upon the sight of enormous double doors. He remembered it as the main entrance of the house. The boy became curious, and opened the doors. Morning sunrise rays shined in his eyes, so Izuku put a hand over them for protection.

He looked around and saw a massive hedge garden, packed with various types of flowers. The middle, in front of him, had a patch of beautifully colored flowers while a road way of stone surrounded it. Two ways leads around the house, while the one he was standing in front of lead to the main gate, which was very far away from the mansion.

At first glance, you'd think that rich people live in that estate, when in reality the Mafia were the ones that lived there. Izuku thought to himself, 'Why is this place so beautiful, when people like them are living here?'

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning, boss…" Midoriya heard a voice speak.

He followed the direction it came from to see its owner, and found a figure by the side part of the mansion, holding a hose while wearing indoor clothing. He gazed at him, and was planning to approach him, when young Izuku had just remembered that he had no shoes or slippers on.

"Kaibara-kun. Good morning." Midoriya just greeted him happily while watching Kaibara watering the plants with a frown.

He just gave him a slight bow in return.

Izuku observed him properly, and realized that he also had the same frown as the day before. It looked so natural on him, but it made Izuku wonder, 'Does he even smile…?'

"Of course, sometimes."

Izuku flinched and quickly covered his mouth. He was late to notice that he had spoken out loud, apparently. Curse his muttering habits. But he had to say, Kaibara had a sharp sense of hearing.

"S-sorry…" he apologized, and Kaibara ignored it and resumed his work.

"Do you need anything?" Kaibara asked Izuku as he noticed that the boy seemed to be troubled by something.

His eyes landed on Izuku's bare feet.'Why is he roaming around with no shoes on?' He thought.

"Uh, yes. C-can you lead me to the kitchen? I don't know my way around here…" Izuku stumbled on his words, he was still not used to talking to Kaibara.

Kaibara switched the hose off and assisted Izuku to his destination. Before they proceeded, the former searched for the latter's red shoes inside the shoe cabinet near the door. It was placed there when Izuku was first brought into the mansion.

"Wear these, boss. We sure don't want you to experience aching feet." Kaibara handed the shoes to him.

Izuku then formed a smile of gratitude. "T-thank you, Kaibara-kun. And really, you don't have to call me 'boss'. It feels weird, and I'm still new here," He reasoned out while wearing his shoes. He was still trying to get used at the idea of him being a leader of such an organization. And the fact that he was not yet officially declared the position to everyone, in the Mafia that is, made him uncomfortable and insecure.

Kaibara glanced at him after he let out a sigh. "I have to," he told Izuku. "It's part of showing my respect to higher-ups. I'm also new here, so I have to follow the rules." Kaibara was being obedient. He was the kind of person who's loyal to the people he respected.

Izuku unconsciously pouted, disapproving of the idea of people doing something because they have to, not that they want to. He wanted it to change, and not happen again in the future. He wanted things to be fair, but that idea was suddenly crushed when he reminded himself the difference between being a Mafia leader being a professional Hero.

So Izuku shrugged. Not like he could change a person's mind quickly.

After Izuku tied the last shoelace in place, he and Kaibara began heading toward the kitchen. It didn't take too long until the two paused on their walk as they heard voices coming from the kitchen.

"What the fuck?!" The first voice came from Katsuki's growl in complaint, then a slam of something concrete sounded with an explosion right after.

"My bad, Bakugo," Came Kirishima's voice.

"What do you mean you bastards didn't cook a single shit?!"

"W-well, we forgot to restock the fridge." The latter tried reasoning with the former.

"HAH?! Fuck your excuses, dipshit!" Katsuki roared, and another explosion was heard, and this time, with the clattering of metal objects.

This alerted Kaibara and Izuku so they hurriedly came into the kitchen to see what was happening.

The kitchen that Kaibara knew that as being sparkling clean and neat - of course, he was the one who made it that way - now became an abandoned, destroyed war-zone. There were circular cracks on the walls, pans of different sizes scattered on the floor while one hung dangerously on the ceiling, with kitchen utensils everywhere he looked; On the floor, on the broken shelves, on the destroyed table. The room was filled with smoke, but they could still see two boys; one trying to distance himself in the room, and one with an expression filled with bloodlust creating deadly popping sounds.

Kaibara felt his eye twitch in annoyance. He stomped into the smoke-filled room toward them, leaving the astonished Izuku by the entrance of kitchen where it was safe, hands stuffed in his clothes. When he was right in the middle, Kaibara pointed the objects taken from his pants at Kirishima and Katsuki.

Gun shots were heard, which made Izuku let out a squeak and instinctively cover his ears. He worriedly looked at the kitchen in search for the source of the sound. The smoke slowly subsided, and Izuku saw his childhood friend (Katsuki.) with his fist in front of his face, smoke coming out from it, along with a red head on the other side (Kirishima.), who had a rock solid fist in front of his face.

It really made Izuku question the scene, but it was soon answered as he realized that Kaibara held two guns in each of his hands. His eyes widened in shock when he noticed that the weapons were pointed at the boys on his sides.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and stretched his arm before opening his balled fist, making ashes fall to the floor. Kirishima, on the other hand, dropped the bullet from his hand, then breathed a careful sigh.

"You have the guts to aim your fucking gun at me, newbie?" Katsuki grunted, amusement hinted in his tone.

"You and I both know that wrecking a place, when you're not the one who's going to clean it, is bothersome work," Kaibara stated with an annoyed groan. He dared himself to answer back, even though he knew very well how huge the gap of their positions were. It was Bakugo's fault for not controlling his damn temper, he believed.

Kaibara returned his guns back in his pockets, and looked at the mess in horror. 'I just cleaned this an hour ago'.

"It's that fucking bastard's fault!" Katsuki pointed at Kirishima in an accusing manner.

"No way! This ain't my fault!" The red head gestured his hand to himself. "Blame the chef who suddenly disappeared and didn't do his damn job!"

Kaibara raised his eyebrow when that caught his attention.

Katsuki gritted his teeth, almost seething smoke. "I am going to fucking fire that son of a bitch."

Kaibara exhaled tiredly and placed his hands on his waist. He looked at Katsuki from his side with a bothered expression. "If there's no breakfast here, why not eat fast food for now?" He suggested this, but everyone flinched when the pan, that was dangerously hanging on the ceiling earlier, fell, creating an ear-splitting sound.

The pan clanged for a good five seconds before the room went silent.

Kaibara looked down at the fallen pan, glad that it was not thoroughly damaged.

"Fucking fine, damn it!" Katsuki began walking away. He was near the exit, which was Izuku's current location, as he said; "Call Drooly to get the fucking car!"

"About that…" Kirishima spoke with caution as he sweat dropped. "…The engine got jammed last night, and he's fixing it at this moment."

Katsuki froze, and turned his head to give the red head his killer glare. He was about to charge at him, to give Kirishima a piece of his mind for ruining his morning. However, Katsuki was stopped by Izuku hooking his arms onto his armpits.

He struggled to break free, but Izuku, in the process, pulled him out of the kitchen, surprised that he could literally pull the blond when he was in his rage mode. But he still had difficulties in doing so, difficulties caused by hunger that is. It was early in the morning, and Izuku hadn't eaten a single thing since the day before, beside the breakfast he ate with his mom.

"Now, now. Kacchan, calm down. It's fine if we just have our breakfast out."

It took Izuku almost half an hour to cool his childhood friend's head. And doing that was not easy, but he felt satisfied that he made a new record. Back then, before Katsuki's quirk manifested, he used to throw all kinds of temper tantrums, and only Izuku could calm him down, which took a whole hour at least. Even Katsuki's own mother couldn't calm his damn head. Well, that was the past and Izuku was sure that his memories of that time were blurry.

Katsuki was still pissed off, but went on ahead with Izuku tailing behind him. They left the place while the blond cursed everything he saw.

"Glad that's over with." Kirishima's tensed shoulders relaxed when he saw that Katsuki and Izuku were pretty far away from them now. Kaibara and he stood by the door, seeing them off.

"Anyway, what happened to the chef?" The latter questioned. He noticed that Kirishima froze from that. Kaibara had sensed that Kirishima was lying earlier. He knew that their family's chef wouldn't just disappear all of the sudden without a note. Something was up, and he had to know, somehow.

Scratching his red spiky hair, Kirishima replied with a dark expression, "He was actually that asshole villian who could change his appearance…" He paused then continued. "We found the real chef left in the storage room…Dead."

Kaibara became quiet. He couldn't utter a single word. 'Does that mean that enemies could easily enter the place without anyone noticing?' He thought to himself. 'That can't be possible, but…it already happened. There must be a traitor within the family, that's why it happened. However, jumping to conclusions might create complications, so they decided not to make an announcement about that to the others, I guess.'

Kaibara looked at Kirishima. "Do you think boss's safe with just Bakugo's assistance?" he asked, changing the topic.

The red head formed a small smile. Crossing his arms in satisfaction, he gave the other male a nod. Of course, they can't guard Izuku everywhere he goes, or the public would get suspicious and conscious about the Mafia. Besides, he wasn't official yet, so they needed to minimize the attention as much as possible.

Kirishima laughed. "You wouldn't want to underestimate that guy." he turned his heels and began to walk back inside the mansion. The smile on his face then turned into a sad frown. "Among all of us, Bakugo has the most dirtiest past in the family, Kaibara. Remember that."

He left Kaibara there, staring at his leaving figure in curiosity.

[Midoriya Izuku]

"Oi, Deku!" Kacchan called out, and I ran to catch up to him.

Getting mesmerized because of a butterfly with a cool yellow and black patterns was kinda childish of me, I'll admit. But, it was honestly cool. I was almost lost to my own world. It was a good thing Kacchan spoke out. The butterfly flew away upon hearing his voice.

When I finally made it beside him, I gave him an apologetic cheeky smile. "Sorry."

"What are you, a kid? It's just a damn butterfuckfly! Unless you want to fucking eat it then I won't stop you. Help your fucking self out!"

I accidentally let out a laugh. I was getting used to Kacchan's cursing, even if we didn't get along that much back then. For me, it didn't sound like an insult - but that was probably his intention from the start - but it sounded funny instead.

I heard him clicking his tongue, ignoring my laugh as he increased his pace. I matched his pace to catch up to him again.

"Where are we eating?" I asked first before adding, "I don't have any money with me, Kacchan."

"Choose. I'll be treating you, just this once," he said without sparing me a glance.

I only let out an "oh".

Never had Kacchan treat me to fast food or share food back then. I suddenly felt awkward. Yeah, we were just going to have breakfast. In public. Just…the two of us…

When I thought about it, just the two of us…

I felt my face burning out of the blue. At this, I abruptly shook my head, and when I couldn't take the idea of Kacchan and I eating together, alone, dating, I covered my face with both of my hands. Hell, I was afraid if Kacchan saw my face like that and knew the reason behind it, he would begin to feel weird around me. Curse my mind for thinking weird things!

"Deku."

My body flinched when I heard his voice, but my hands remained on my face. "Why the fuck are you covering your goddamn face?"

He pulled both of my hands off, making us halt in our walk. I tried pulling them back in panic, however, his grip tightened on my wrists. I just lowered my head and looked to my side, opposite of his position, in order for us to not make any eye contact.

"What happened?" His tone sounded demanding, and that gave me a shiver.

"N-nothing. I-I just re-remembered something e-embarrassing. Th-that's all," I stammered on my words, and attempted to pull my wrists back.

I took them successfully when Kacchan's grip loosened. He resumed walking, and I just tailed behind him. We were silent as we walked to wherever our feet took us.

Then, Kacchan suddenly stopped, causing me to bump my head into his back. I groaned and rubbed my nose. I hoped it didn't get crooked.

"Kacchan, what's wrong?" I asked him and peeked over his shoulders to see what was in front of us.

My jaw slightly dropped at the sight of an expensive restaurant. 'Nope. No. No. And no.'

"K-Kacchan, I think we are in a wrong place."

"No, we're fucking not. Keep in mind, Deku. You're filthy fucking rich now, so this place should be just a shitty pebble to you." Kacchan started heading towards the entrance, but I hurriedly pulled his arm back.

"No! And even if we decide to eat there, they wouldn't let us in because of how we look," I reminded him and pointed at our clothes.

We were entering an expensive restaurant and we were wearing commoner clothes. It would be obvious that they wouldn't let us in even if we - probably just Kacchan, actually - used force. And, on top of that, I didn't want anymore trouble. All I wanted was to eat. And it didn't have to be in that kind of place. It was just breakfast, and not a dinner date.

I'm surprised that I could still argue with him in my state. He turned his head at me with a pissed off look painted on his face.

"You're starving, right? If they don't fucking serve you, I'll just blow their fucking brains out for their bad service and treating us like shits. I'll show them what the Mafia's capable of!" He growled, and I pulled his arm back when he was about to walk towards the restaurant again.

It made me panic when he said that he'd kill them. 'Is Kacchan serious about what he said?' I couldn't NOT think he didn't have a gun with him at the time. After all, Kaibara had two. I didn't know, so I decided that doubting Kacchan's words would be a bad idea.

'…But…does he really kill people…?'

"No!" I grabbed him again, this time tighter. "Can we just eat somewhere not expensive? It doesn't have to be here, Kacchan."

"Then, where do you fucking wanna go?"

We entered a building after our quick twenty minute run, and Kacchan had already informed this person that we were coming by. Getting to that place would have taken us almost an hour by foot and half an hour by car. But since we sprinted our way there, it took all of our energy ou, and I could feel myself ready to faint at any moment.

However, fainting then was not an option, since I knew this person would get worried. And I didn't want to that. I had to remind myself to never do that again. And I mean, never.

Kacchan regained his breath while I was still working on it. My vision was getting blurry, and my eyelids were getting heavy. My stomach felt more empty, and my body was about to fall, but thanks to Kacchan for catching me on time, I was held with his arm supporting my waist and my arm hanging around on his broad shoulders. I didn't have time to mind how our sweaty skin made contact.

All I want was to see her. And eat. And sleep.

The door opened, and a worried woman gazed at us with swollen eyes. I knew she was crying, yet I couldn't do a thing.

A smile formed onto my tired face. I could smell her cooking even outside.

"Hi, mom."

Tears streamed down from her eyes. "Izuku…" She cried out and opened the door wider for us.

I signed in relief. Finally, I was back.

Kacchan assisted me inside and midway, I lost consciousness.