NA: Thank you to all who read this project that is just beginning with the theme. Special thanks to Cork and Yamikumo Midori.

And special mention to CORKLEIN, FIRST REVIEW OF HISTORY IN SPANISH

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Chapter 3: Slim vest

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Darkness and emptiness filled Izuku's senses. How could he be so unlucky, to be attacked again by a villain? Or, how much can you escape death, why get bored of the game of final destiny?

He closed his eyes in frustration, holding his breath. Before he was completely in the fog, he could feel the shortness of breath and so he wanted what he had left. His lungs burned from lack of oxygen. How long does it take to breathe? 2 or 3 minutes? Did the villain want to drown him? Whether due to irony or revenge, due to the death of the thief in his apartment, Izuku was going to be murdered. He waited until the burning burned his chest.

A ray of light cut through the darkness, and in his excitement he released his breath, checked his first impression: oxygen shortage. He struggled to breathe, waiting for the increased light to open a gap for air.

He almost cried when he saw the mist recede. And he did so when his body was expelled, falling gracelessly scratching his cheek, and with the bag nailed painfully to his side.

What happened?. The vision clouded with tears and his head, dazed by the lack of air and the new traumatic experience, was hardly processing his surroundings

It was night. There was no park, but an empty space. There were already construction machines like retro excavators; sandbags and cement; iron foundations and stones.

The next thing he noticed was the cry of a child, followed by the brutal noise of meat being hit.

Like a spring it was affected. Memories of blood on the ceramic, smell of rust and lifeless eyes, filled their bodies with adrenaline

A few meters away, he raped a group of five children, surrounding another half hidden from the blows and kicks they gave. They shouted foul things, words of death. Words that Izuku's heart remembered bitterly.

With anger in his veins and his new promise of no more victims, he ran to shove the stalkers. Children our ages varied from 16 to 12 years old.

"What do they do?". He said standing between them

"Do you want to protect this villain?

"Villain? He's a 15-year-old boy, please. And if he were a villain, the police will arrest him for committing a crime, not for his quirk.

"He has a villain quirk. He is a villain"

"A quirk doesn't make you anything. It's yourself who makes his way."

"You are an idealist. Of course the quirk determines your future."

He took out his cell phone and to take several photos of the five attackers. Go away or I will call the police. "He dialed Detective Tsukauchi-san's number.

"It's not true! It's bluffing"

Izuku called to send the file and call the detective before the thugs approached.

"Hello? This is Police Tsukauchi Naomasa, who am I talking to?"

"Tskauchi-san, I am Midoriya Izuku. I need your help. I am in ...". I didn't know where it was. How could he ask for help, if he didn't know where the portal left him?

"Musutafu, Villa Nagoya" a hoarse voice whispered. It was the beaten boy. A good sign. If he was a villain, he wouldn't ask for the police to arrive.

"Musutafu, Villa Nagoya". Wait a minute. Wasn't that the same name of the park you went through before the portal? That cannot be, because there was nothing here. Not a tree or children's games.

Tsukauchi-san was slow to respond. Maybe he was busy. "Hmm ... I'll be right there." Or I was checking the map. He mentally shrugged.

By the time Izuku ended the call, the group of children was half a block running as if the demon was chasing them.

"That's fine. No more trouble for now." Izuku commented. His body ached, between the unfinished cleaning and the experience of going through a peculiar portal, they will go to a place to rest. The day was long and her heart had yet to heal.

In that he has a tug on his shirt. It was the boy who saved. It was still on the ground; and despite that it was noted that he was taller than Izuku; his body was fuzzy, as if a mist wrapped around his hands and face. The hair, perhaps a light shade of blue, was darkened, the current color being indefinable.

It must be a mutant quirk, because the figure of the boy was barely visible in all that darkness. If that peculiar is developed further, it may be until all physical form disappears. Many troubling questions arose in the curious mind of the green-eyed man, who with controlled force to ignore, a favor of the current problem.

He left his house, he is an orphan, he was brought by who knows who an unknown place is and now he has a teenager? wounded in your care.

He shook his head vigorously to order his thoughts. I would begin to solve the problems starting with the simplest.

He approached the boy who was still holding his shirt. "Hello what is your name?"

With yellow eyes on Izuko's greens, he muttered. "They call me Kurogiri."

"Where are you from? Where are your parents?" But at the questions the boy shrugged.

Izuku suspected frustrated. The child's family life may not be good if the boy barely reacted by not knowing where they were. He also noticed that he was investigating and moving his hands down his arms. Will it be cold?

She took apart part of the bag with the intention of taking out a gray vest.

"Here. It's a small thing for you, but at least you won't be cold." He smiled kindly so as not to make the situation more uncomfortable.

The boy, Kurogiri-san, lost the garment with trembling hands, placing it on his head.

Izuku as affected to see if Tsukauchi-san arrived. It was dark because of the lack of public lights and he feared that some villain would arrive. Knowing that he could not cope with a stronger thief and that Kurogiri-san was weakened by the coup.

A shiver went up his spine as he remembered the Muscular case, like the last time he had the good fortune to face a villain. It was not something he wanted to repeat so soon.

Out of the corner of his eye he looked at his hands, checking to see if the sticky one he considered to be really blood. I knew I was still in shock, after less than 48 hours had passed. So I need a comfortable place, different from his apartment, to be able to let everything out. He had to endure until then.

He felt a new tug on his shirt. "Look" Kurogiri-san was pointing lights at a car. The vest was not baggy like Izuku, but instead embraced the toned shape of the chest and arms. A pang of jealousy pinched Izuku's heart. It wasn't fair that it fit so well.

"Come on." He took Kurogiri by the arm, approaching the street together where Don of the car was parked.

Inside, a younger man than he remembers was playing with his fingers on the handlebars. "Tsucauchi-san?"

The man was not what he was expecting. The long coat and hat were absent. Rather, he was wearing a police uniform and the car was a patrol. Wasn't he a detective?

"Hello. You must be Midoriya-san. Can you tell me where you got my cell number?"

Confused, Izuku responds uncomfortably. "You gave it to me yesterday, at the police station." Had she forgotten about him so soon?

Tskauchi-san looked at Izuku strangely. Feeling that the child was not lying. "What do we know each other about?"

Izuko was losing patience. "Look, I don't know what you're playing. A villain killed my ... mom. Yesterday we saw each other at the police station and gave me his number. He told me to call her if we needed it. Where a group of children entered doing 'discrimination' peculiar 'with this child. " He breathed to catch his breath, his emotions released, breaking the seams of Izuku's heart, which with so much effort he could ignore until now. "I need to take this boy home and find a place to sleep."

Parece que Tskauchi-san pudo ver el agotamiento de la figura del adolescente, porque no dijo más mientras salía y abría la puerta trasera del auto.

Izuku got in first and leaned back in the back seat barely listening to the detective's attempts to get the address out of Kurogir-san's house. But the boy did not respond or stared at his feet.

"Where we go?". Izuku asked after a while walking.

Tsukauchi-san suspected. "To my house. I have a day off tomorrow. We can discuss everything in the morning. I am exhausted."

Izuku shrugged his shoulders. Was not who to argue

Tsukauchi-san's apartment was small, with two environments. It was located in the shopping center area of Musutafu. The old building had three floors, with at least 15 apartments and several stores in front of the first floor; with warehouses and parking behind. It was pretty in its own way.

Tsukauchi-san took out an extra futon and placed it in the living room, a lack of space in the bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind sharing."

Izuku made himself comfortable without changing his sleepwear, being imitated by Kurogiri-san. Saying goodbye to the world until the next morning.

Izuku woke up to the sound in the kitchen. It must be his mother preparing breakfast. He stretched relaxed. It smelled so good that he smirked.

But when he opened his eyes he did not recognize the ceiling. Did you fall asleep outside your bedroom? Then specifically a bundle embedded in his side. Looking through the blankets puzzled, he found a teenager. He was lying on his stomach on the floor, his feet and arms like a star. One of his feet being the one squeezing Izuku. Who was he and why was he there?

The memory came several seconds late to the nebulous cluster of questions and theories he was posing in his head.

The boy, Kurogiri-san, that they found last night! One night after the frustrated robbery and ... the death of Midoriya Inko, her mother ..

The memories came back demolishing the relative peace that was seen during the dream in his head. Everything rushed to his consciousness, producing nausea and a desire to cry that took his breath away.

"Good morning Midoriya-san. She made breakfast." Izuku affected the sight to notice Tsukauchi-san's worried eyes. "There are things we need to talk about."

NA: Hello again! here we start with the crux of the story time travel!

Can you imagine Tsukauchi Naomasa as a young police officer? No? in the next chapter Naomasa loses nerves xD

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Chapter 4: Hug

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The three of them ate in heavy, awkward silence. Izuku didn't even know what Kurogiri-kun or Tsukauchi-san was thinking, because he was too focused on not mumbling. He needed to find where to live and a way to sustain himself autonomously. He bit his nervous lips between bites. Not noticing that the others had finished.

"Midoriya-san? Are you ready to speak?"

"Y-yes". Her gaze searched for the misty boy.

"I asked him to let us speak alone"

"Good". He helped clear the table, receiving a cup of tea that he held in his hands. "I appreciate your kindness in taking the call last night, Detective Tsukauchi-san. I didn't know what else to do." The older one replied with an encouraging growl. "And also, I need to ask you for another favor. You see, I can't continue living in my old apartment, because it reminds me ... the whole Muscular case and the robbery frustrated with murder. So, do you know of any place I can go to for rent "It doesn't have to be very big. And don't worry about age, the quirkless exclusion law allows me to be self-sufficient starting at age 14. I read it after ... leaving the police station." He held hands nervously. If the detective did not have any information, he would have to ask him to stay longer, or perhaps the man decides that his generosity reached its limit and kicked him out of his house.

Tsukauchi-san taps the surface of the table with her fingers, frowning and staring at Izuku.

"Young Midoriya, I must say that your call last night was a strange thing. Because, as much as you tell the truth, it is an impossible story." He raises a hand to stop Izuku from opening his mouth to speak. "I do not know of any cases or have given you my number. I also do not know of any villain named Muscular nor have I participated in an investigation with a murder.

"But, Detective Tsukauchi ..."

"That is one more thing that is not accurate in your story. I am not a detective. I am still a police officer." It shows on the table the identification, with its photograph and rank.

"Can not be". Izuku hesitates as he takes the card holder with a trembling hand. It was not possible.

Tsukauchi-san takes the free hand and Izuku looks at his face hurts. "Midoriya-san, do you have a mental illness?"

As if a spark of static electricity touched his hand, Izuku jumped back, bouncing the chair off in his outburst. Her breath stumbled out of her mouth and blood pounded in her ears.

"I'm telling the truth. I'm not crazy." Tears came to her vision and anxiety tightened her heart to her chest.

"It seems to me that, you think you are telling the truth, that this is all real. You see, my quirk allows me ..."

"Knowing when someone lies. That is why they call you 'true man' and they even ask you to review cases in which the statements are questioned." Faced with the puzzled measure, she continued explaining. "That's why they asked you to see my case. They didn't understand how a quirkless could ... kill ... a villain recognized as a murderer, who even killed heroes." He knew that he was babbling data that could bring him problems, but they were the only thing he had to verify that everything he lived was real. The beatings, the screams and the blood.

Frightening Tsukauchi-san she left the dining room area to rob the bag. He took out folders and papers, with which he returned to the table. "I have all this that supports my words."

Tsukauchi-san got up and read each paper. It was a set of normal documents like birth certificates, marriage, school enrollment, department deeds; all attached to a police report. And yet, nothing made sense because the dates didn't add up. None. Neither did the places, because they were still under construction or because they did not exist. There was even a note from Tsukauchi Naomasa himself, as a detective!

Was it a joke? A very elaborate hazing ?. It could not be, because nobody would play with a legal document, much less all those who were at the table. A plot? A way for him to let his guard down, using a memory quirk on the boy, to get closer despite the 'real' quirk he was carrying.

Even to himself, Naomasa had to admit that he sounded crazy. Any other explanation that comes to mind is just as incredible.

He had to clear his throat to remove the dry throat. "Let me tell you, Midoriya-san, that none of this makes sense."

Izuku, who still had her eyes with tear drops that didn't run down her cheeks, said. "I don't understand what you mean."

Tsukauchi-san pulls out a newspaper from the day before and passes it to Izuku. Pointing to the top end.

The date it displayed must be wrong, the green-haired man thought. You can't see those numbers and make them logical. Because then it would show that Izuku went back twelve years in the past.

"Can not be". Izuku kept saying to himself after reviewing every article on the internet, on Tsukauchi-san's old-fashioned computer. He couldn't have traveled in time. It's impossible!

The teenager had had his turn of awkward questions with the now police officer, revealing that the young man had no memory, other than a few flashbacks about darkness and screaming.

The part that Izuku paid attention to in the midst of his panic, was that Kurogiri-kun had been walking down the street for two weeks, being victims of abuse by several passers-by and shopkeepers when identifying his quirk: ward gate. Especially when trying to get food and steal some bread and water.

Another reason that had Izuku muttering and making the other two nervous. It was unfair! Kurogiri-kun, who had nothing and was denied the minimum sustenance, was classified as a villain, for using his quirk? As if he couldn't use a hand or a leg, which like his quirk was a part of himself. It was outrageous! How did you never think about it before? He was so obsessed with being a hero that he didn't see those who needed help in his daily life. Was he so selfish?

Another thing to add to his problems, adding to the fact that he was not born. Her mind was going to explode. It was all too unreal!

"Midoriya-san, take a break. You've been like this for three hours." Half suggested, half ordered Tsukauchi-san. The man until then had been the example of calm, being Izuku's support during the time he investigated on the internet. Ignoring the increasingly inflamed vein in the older man's temple.

So the green-eyed man nodded dejectedly. "What I am going to do?". He doesn't even have his childhood home. No acquaintances Kacchan did not exist! That was so disturbing that he didn't want to stop to think about it. And more equally shocking ideas came up like the one he raised out loud. "Is my mom alive?" The opportunity to see her again thrilled him. Seeing the sweet smile again and being hugged again by his loving arms, almost made his heart bleed with longing.

"Midoriya-san. I don't think it's a good idea to go see your mother." Tsukauchi-san took Izuku's hand, whose face had turned white. "Time travel is impossible and you have done it." Almost painfully squeezed the small hand. Izuku was getting scared by the alienated eyes of the police. "If someone finds out, we could be facing huge problems." Like a dam with the gates open, Tsukauchi emerged from the initial shock, to imagine dire scenarios. "Imagine if a villain discovers the form and changes the past. We don't know what will happen! Who would die, who would be killed, to gain power!" Izuku reacted by slapping the older man's shoulder, unbalancing the policeman. Tsukauchi blinked, massaging her temples with circular finger movements.

He looked embarrassed at Izuku. "Sorry. I think I need a tea to relax." He got up from his chair and walked to the dishwasher, resting his hands on the edge, crestfallen.

"Tsukauchi-san?" Izuku glanced sideways at Kurogiri who was sitting next to him, who shrugged, contributing to the green-haired nervousness.

The older man ruffled his hair, leaving the short strands untidy, emphasizing the man's disordered state. "Sorry Midoriya-san. It seems like I've lost my nerve." He rubbed his face. "I feel overwhelmed. There are no courses in the police to deal with quirk cases that change history."

Izuko rubbed her hands over her chest. "What can I do? If I can't go to my mother. And my name already exists ... or I don't exist here, what do I do?" His large, expressive eyes locked on Tsukauchi, who swallowed hard.

"I have acquaintances in the registration area. I can say that it is a case of identity change." He took a glass and filled it with water. "You could start again, a new life. Be anyone." He drank all the water at once.

Izuko suspected that the adult was more affected than he was comfortable admitting. He preferred to focus on things that they can do and not keep turning the idea of 'worm tunnel' in his head. "Don't I need references? A paper trail? And how do I get a new identity?" Another glance at his misty current partner made him reconsider his next plans. "We also need something for Kurogiri." Normally he would have given the case to the police so they can find the origin of the teenager, but considering the alarming flashes added to the knowledge of Izuku's case, the most sensible thing was to remove it from the normal records. Why not add it to your problems? At least he would feel less alone.

Tsukauchi rubbed her nose. "I can create something like that, fake IDs. Maybe I need to do favors for the right people." He said in a tremulous voice.

No. That Izuko was not going to allow. Without getting up from the chair, he hit the table with his hands. "You will not become corrupt because of this. You are not going to do favors for villains either. I prefer to disappear, not have an identity." Kurogiri nodded in agreement with Izuku.

With a shudder, Tsukauchi approached the table to sit on it, the two teenagers in front. "We don't have many options, Midoriya-san, young Kurogiri. They won't be able to enter the system through the usual way." Trying to lower the tension, he distantly took the notebook from the green-eyed man in front No. 12. "I don't have as many contacts who owe me favors of this size that help us with their new roles." He checked the sheets in more detail each time, making his eyes sparkle, "Midoriya-san, did you do these tests?"

Izuku nodded sadly. "I wanted to be a hero, but I don't have a quirk. A few days ago I ran into reality, a well-known hero told me to look for something else and Mom was helping me. I was thinking of leaving the dream of my childhood and looking for another way, to help people". He tightened the fabric of his pants. He wanted to be someone to help the victims, so that there are no more innocents suffering.

"And do you have a work area in mind?" He held up the notebook. "Because if you don't, you can work as a quirk analyst." Izuko looked confused. "I mean, there are a lot of quirk and curiously, few analysts to help understand the nature and possibilities of each quirk. Your current level of work can go a long way in developing heroes and better villain capture methods." He jumped up, waving the notebook, excited. "Imagine! You can make kidnapping cases easier to deal with, if we know how the kidnapper quirk works." He stopped halfway with his eyes wide open. "You have information from the future." His eyes were so wide that Izuku feared they would fall out. Actually, there is such a quirk, but I was completely sure that Tsukauchi-san didn't have it. "We can find out what the villains are before they do something ... No. We cannot catch them without probable cause. It would be illegal. But we can have a solid database. You also have hero data. There we can be sure. If you work on that , we can make heroes have better ways to work, with better collaboration with the police. And then, we could ... ". Izuko started laughing uncontrollably, pulling Tsukauchi-san out of her monologue. "What's going on? What's so funny?"

Izuko wiped a rebellious tear without stopping to laugh. "I always murmur my ideas. This is the first time I have had to see someone else. Excuse me, Tsukauchi-san."

The one who would be known as the 'true man', was embarrassed scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry, not a regular trait. But Midoriya-san, we can make you a confidential police informant." He slapped his hands together as if an idea appeared to light up his brain. "I can request that they make a dossier, with a disguised identity, for your safety as 'witness protection', if you are an advisor. Can you make some profiles of villain quirk, if I give you their files?"

"I have no problems. It can take me about three days, if the information is videos or photos."

Tsukauchi-san nodded, thinking of ways to secure support for her new informant.

"Hmm, Tsukauchi-san, what's going to happen to Kurogiri-kun?" He pointed at the young man who was silent, watching them both talk

"Ah". He gave the mist boy a poorly disguised look. "From what little I discovered in juvenile services this morning, there is no one in Japan named that. I also reviewed the missing cases, not matching their description." He rubbed his neck. "Some people denounced him as a villain the last fifteen days, more for the quirk he has than for solid crime situations."

"I can't believe he was discriminated against because of his quirk. It's not fair."

"No matter how many laws are made, they don't change the basis of the mentality in society." He left the notebook and the glass on the table, leaning against the back of the chair. "Quirks impact people's personality and jobs. It's common for a villain to have a villain quirk.

Kurogiri shrugged with every word Tsukauchi-san said, inflaming Izuku's indignant anger. "I don't have a quirk, what does that tell you?" He said in a strained voice, drawing the attention of the two other people in the room. "Am I an ordinary citizen, a villain prospect, or a potential hero?" He clenched his hands. "I killed a villain. The one who killed my mother, and was looking to rob my house. A quirkless against a high-profile wanted villain. Does that correspond to your description of people?" Tears ran down her cheeks, but not as usual: these were from anger. "I am tired of being discriminated against for striking quirk, against those who are not showy; that are considered weak simple or quirkless quirk; that others are stigmatized as villains or heroics." He focused all his fury on the eldest. "I will not tolerate it anymore. Kurogiri-kun stays with me." He moved to face the young man. "I don't know what will become of your future. I never knew you as an adult, but I'm not going to leave you to your own devices if I can help you now." Izuku could have sworn that he saw a slight variation in the yellow edges of the eyes of the young mist, which resembled the movement of the sea. "Do you want to live with me? We can share the expenses." The silent teenager opened his yellow eyes and a prolonged silence took over the small place.

The socially underdeveloped Midoriya Izuku blinked his owl-like round eyes, before jumping into the chair with his palms open for defense. "Ah! S-only if you want. We will both be more comfortable and have less problems if we share expenses. Although we both have the problem of lack of papers and could bring us serious problems. I'm sure we can solve it somehow. Unless do not want, in that case we can think of another way for you to make a life of your own ... ".

Kurogiri nodded slightly, moving what resembled a hand across the chest of the vest he was wearing. Being the same that Izuku lent him the night before. "I'd like to live with you".

Tsukauchi-san touched the table rhythmically. "And how do you plan to do it? You have nothing to support it. I will hardly be able to help you get an ID."

Izuku pointed at the suitcase. "I have enough money to support myself for a while. I was going to manage before I came here. And if I can find a way to work in quirk analysis, we would only lack the identifications to regularize our situation."

Tsukauchi-san sighed. "I see you very committed to that. Why not? I will allow them to stay a few days, so you can see what you can do. However, I cannot let them go around with sensitive information, such as the knowledge of future heroes or arrests. I will have have to fix their papers. Both of them. And that will take a while.

Calmer by being taken seriously, Izuku was able to reign in his exalted emotions again. "Sorry for behaving like this." he leaned his head on the table. "Thanks for your efforts, Tsukauchi-san."

The older one smiled. "It seems to me that with everything we have to do and hide, we can start using our names, Izuku-kun, Kurogiri-kun." He reached out, offering a deal. "I hope we get through this, without major problems."

Both Izuku and Kurogiri took turns holding his hand. Green being the last. "I knock on wood, Naomasa-san."

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N.A The family grows! There are new readers who bookmarked the story Hooray!

I hope this cap is to your liking, despite being shorter than the last.

Capítulo 5: Poki

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Izuku was working on Naomasa-san's old-fashioned computer, while eating poki and helping Kurogiri-kun to do homework. The dark-looking teenager had no formal study recorded, so he had to take numerous exams until he matched his age-appropriate course.

Adjusting to the new reality was a severe setback for the green-eyed man. It was naive of him to think that he could do something completely alone. He thanked fate for having ended up with Naomasa-san after their strange inter-dimensional trip and being stranded in a city foreign to his memory.

He tore his crunchy chocolate covered stick between his teeth.

Another factor he did not consider was Kurogiri-kun and did not just stay in his presence.

The young man, who continues with his physical changes transforming his body into a thick fog, could barely control his quirk 'ward gate', which mutated every day modifying its functionality. Portals sometimes spontaneously opened or closed, which Naomasa and Izuku learned to be careful about when moving around the department. Kurogiri could open small, large portals and even double space to reach other countries, sometimes with a slight time gap. This anomaly was the crux of Naomasa-san's theory of time travel.

The police argued that the skill of the quirk, amid its fluctuations, allowed it to double time-space, bringing Izuku with it to that time.

On the other hand, the green-haired man affirmed that it could not be the same timeline, taking a story that occurred a couple of years ago whose protagonist was none other than All Might himself.

It was the video of his hero debut that Izuku knew by heart. That is why the small details became noticeable to him at the moment: the color of the clothes of many rescued civilians, the position of the rubble or the flames of the fire. Too many inconsistencies with the same video he saw so many times as a child.

Naomasa-san being exposed to the alterations, he was even more disturbed. Not only did he have enough on his plate to integrate a time traveler and a human portal into society; To this were added the tremendous ideas about transcending dimensions and affecting the history of other worlds, feeling responsible for the care of the foggy young man almost obsessively, even more than with the green-haired 'knower of the future'.

"If Izuku-kun's knowledge is faulty, it will not be useful for the police, the papers to include them in the protection program will be null and void, leaving both stranded without identification. What else can we do if nothing works? What if Are they discovered? Villains can create a dystopia that results in genocide of the innocent and the slavery of millions of citizens who ... ".

"Tsukauchi-san. Izuku-oniisan can do studies of known villains and get complex quirk analysis. You don't need to know about future villains to win the good will of the police department. And about the portals that don't share the same time, they are so sporadic and unstable that they are not viable, minus one dimensional. He who tries to cross it will die. " He said, remembering that Izuku discovered the shortness of breath within the dimensional passage.

Thanks to Kurogiri-kun's logic and soft voice, the chaotic cloud of fictional problems was successfully landed on the older man's head.

"You're right. We better worry when your quirk stabilizes. It's still too early to guess." Naomasa-san recalled the detailed description of the green-haired boy's experience and his impressions on the evolution of the quirk. That was not yet defined as a real-time transport portal or an opening in space-time. The latter being a highly inefficient case due to the amount of energy required by Kurogiri to break the dimensions, much less transport another person.

Although both men reassured each other, for Izuku it was the opposite. Her cheeks were red and she made no eye contact, especially avoiding the other teenager. Because it was the first time he was called an older brother.

Just remembering that, the blush rose up the neck and face of the young man with green eyes. Being an only child and with the life he had with his mother, he never believed he had a little brother.

That by the way, he was writing next to him on the dining room table, studying.

He checked the time on the screen, checking how much time he had to cook.

Glad Izuku got up and stretched, rearranging the spine that creaked with the change of position, heading to the kitchen muttering about the food in the kitchen and possible preparations. Olympicly ignored the increasingly yellow eyes, curved in complacency. Kurogiri was hungry, his strawberry poki sandwich long gone, but at the same time, he didn't want to bother the green-haired man with his need for food.

Izuku, on his way to the kitchen, idly reviewed the mess left in the search for a job: along with the documents on the table, the laptop, pencils and school notebooks, were the brochures and books that his mother had looked for to help him with the decision of his future. Among those he saw were some food, such as 'make your own pizzeria'. It was not a topic that Izuku was passionate about, but the explanation on how to build a store gave ideas for other types of business.

There was also the idea of being an informant that Naomasa-san gave him. Something he was working on at the time so he could start preparing for his ID papers. The police officer had been working on it every minute he was in the department, looking for information to proceed with entering the security program. Part of the need to rush things, was that they worked against the clock, because Naomasa-san's younger sister was going to live with her brother. So sharing the space of the apartment was limiting each time with the imminent arrival. He needed to do something about his immediate future soon.

"Izuko oniisan. Can I get something to eat?"

Izuku chewed on the end of the poki. "You don't have to be so formal, Kurogiri-kun. And of course you can. What do you want to eat?" Every day the adolescent lost his bodily form, worrying the green-eyed man. I planned to take him to the doctor for a quirk analysis and orientation, as soon as he stabilizes.

"Chocolate cake". He muttered sorry. They don't like being a burden.

The green-eyed man saved the computer file and locked it, he was never entirely sure with information like that used by a policeman. Or at least, so said his own paranoia. He stroked the ghostly hair as he reached for his purse among the papers.

"I'll be back in a while, Kurogiri-kun." In the short time they had shared, Izuko had determined the boy's character. He was very polite and correct, somewhat insecure and not very expressive. The colors of her skin and hair, once light blue, were fading into the unfathomable black. And her eyes, completely yellow without a pupil. "Anything else I can bring?"

"hum ... a strawberry smoothie?" He asked with his yellow eyes open innocently.

Izuku couldn't contain himself and hugged him. "You're so cute!". He released it before making the teenager more uncomfortable and hurried out the door, embarrassed by his exalted enthusiasm. "See you in a while!". He escaped by closing softly on the door.

That was something he also had to solve: his poor handling in the kitchen. He had never taken care of the food and housework before, because his mother always put him aside; arguing that he should concentrate on his studies. Despite the blame for his quirkless state and the good intentions to present him with a happy and carefree childhood, it was completely counterproductive to green-eyed life today.

The same one who went down the stairs happily, clearing the gray memories that still hurt, up to the first floor, leaving with a childish leaping step outside. Where could I buy the chocolate cake? There were no patisseries or cafes nearby. Except for a convenience store to bring bad on the first floor of the building, due to the strong competition that the minimarket a few blocks from there made with their discounts. There was also a bicycle, plastic, and greengrocery store next to the convenience store. If he needed something else, specific elaborate, Izuku had to walk more than thirty minutes and search the commercial area.

Going back to his current problem, he began to remember the map of the area that he looked for on the internet to find his way, deciding to run fifteen blocks to reach the small gelateria, where he could buy the piece of cake and the smoothie.

On the way back I was thinking about how poorly managed and distributed the stores were. Was that the way it was in your time? How much had things changed in twelve years? What was the economy and the state of the labor field like? If I had paid more attention to those things, now I could have more information to decide what to work on. Either way. I had to do what I had to do ..

He was about to climb the stairs of the building that saw the closing sign for the convenience store.

"It seems they are leaving the place." He went up to the apartment, finding Kurogiri in the same place where he left him, with the task advanced. "I'm back!"

"Izuku oniisan. Welcome. I almost finished the assignments. I am satisfied with my learning and I hope that at the end of the week I will be able to take the leveling exam. And if all goes well, I will be missing one more evaluation to start with the first year of high school".

"That has to be celebrated." He raised the bag. "I brought your order and other things for dinner." He left the bag in the kitchen to prepare the miso soup.

Meanwhile, Kurogiri ordered the plates, glasses and chopsticks. "Are we going to wait for Naomasa-san?"

"He texted me. He's going to be late today. Something about overtime and a sneaky criminal." Shrugged. "The usual in the police, I guess."

"Will it be like this when I'm a detective?" He said relaxed waiting for the soup to be ready.

"Everything will depend on the case. Here, let's eat and then the snack." Izuku tidied up the table, clearing it of papers and trash.

They both prepared to enjoy the delicious soup in silence.

It wasn't until they were halfway through the pieces of cake that Izuku let out his latest idea. "What do you think of living in a cafeteria?"

The pupilless yellow eyes left the tasty and fluffy piece of the chocolate covered pancake cake. "What do you say?".

With awkward movements, he moved the fork across the plate, running the delicious dessert. "I've been thinking about doing a business, because between being quirkless and fear of my identity being discovered, I won't be able to get a normal job. And downstairs, the convenience store leaves the space. Why not make a coffee shop? You could have chocolate cake every day. Even if it is better to continue with another convenience store, I think it is better to open a new item and not compete with the other ... "

"And would you serve smoothies?" After Izuku's nod, who was moving nervously, Kurogiri nodded in agreement. "Make a coffee shop, then. If it's you, you'll make it prosper."

"How easy you are to convince." He said sipping his own vanilla smoothie, to hide the smile and the slight blush

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