With Kurogiri's help, getting into the traditional Japanese manor was laughably easy. All it took was the shadowy man looking in a window for him to make a portal bypassing the door. Once inside, the small group followed Dabi through the hallways. It had been years since he'd been in the house so the finer details eluded him, but he led them to the correct wing and pointed them in the right direction.

One of the rooms had American rock music emanating from the closed door, giving a decent indication of where Shoto was. Dabi muffled a laugh as they crept past. Tomura elbowed him to keep him on track. They tried one door that opened into a mostly empty room. A butsudan cabinet was the only object taking up the middle of the space. Izuku couldn't help snooping in the religious shrine.

It held an ornate, but standard, statue of Buddha surrounded by offerings and candles. Colorful tapestries decorated the walls of the box, along with a photograph and a tablet. A red-headed child with icy blue eyes stared coldly into the camera. The name on the tablet read 'Touya Todoroki'. Behind Izuku, Dabi scoffed. The man leaned in to spit into one of the offering plates.

"Fucking bastard. Fuyumi probably had to add that." The scarred man hissed.

The greenette hurriedly closed the cabinet doors before Dabi could think to vandalize it. That would give away too much about their identities. Retreating from the room, the next door they tried proved to be an office. The walls were covered in bookshelves. It would be a pain to find the yearbooks.

The four men split up, each taking a separate area. Izuku focused on looking for thin spines or UA colors. Most of the thick tomes appeared to be on hero law and history. Growing frustrated, and hyper aware of their lapsing time, he tried to imagine where Endeavor would keep them.

He was obsessed with surpassing All-Might as number one hero. He was arrogant to a fault and self centered. But he hated being reminded of failures. Would Endeavor count his time at the school as a success or a loss? The one sided rivalry with All-Might had to have started somewhere.

Turning to the desk in the middle of the room, Izuku paced over to rifle through the drawers. One or two documents caught his attention. He brought out his phone and snapped pictures of them before moving on. Pausing to look around, he spotted a smaller shelf tucked under the desk in the leg cubby. Kneeling, he turned on his phone's flashlight to see better. Jackpot.

The three books were lined up next to several unmarked volumes. "Found them." He pitched his voice in a quiet murmur, not wanting it to echo through the walls. The others gathered around him as he pulled the books free. He handed them to Kurogiri for safe keeping before pulling out one of the others. It turned out to be a ledger but not knowing anything about Todoroki finances, he couldn't tell if there was anything interesting. He replaced it and stood.

"Let's go." Tomura shifted in place while glancing at the door. None of them wanted to get caught.

Kurogiri created a portal and the other two filed through. The greenette hesitated. "I'll be a minute. Wait here." Before the shadowy man could protest, Izuku vanished out the door and into the hallway. Backtracking, he found Shoto's door and paused to fish a piece of paper from his pocket. After slipping it through a gap in the frame he hightailed it back to the gate and rushed through.

As soon as everyone was back in the apartment Izuku, Tomura, and Dabi huddled around the coffee table. Kurogiri moved into the kitchen to start lunch, not mentioning Izuku's side trip to the others. The pale man opened the third year book and paged through to the heroics section. They were tense with anticipation as they skimmed the photographs looking for anyone familiar.

Finally, Dabi pointed out a blonde haired blue eyed teen with a familiar megawatt grin. Leaning forward eagerly, Izuku almost cracked his head against Tomura's who was doing the same. Under the picture was the name. Toshinori Yagi. They had it.

Popping to his feet, the greenette jogged into his room to grab his computer. With all the trouble of finding the name in the first place, he wasn't expecting to find much. He still had to try. Sitting between the two men so he could use the table, he started his searching.

As he tried term after term, Tomura offered suggestions. After a full hour nothing popped up connected to the name. The pale man hissed and moved to scratch his neck, the lack of information on All-Might frustrating him. Izuku grabbed his hand before he could start digging, lacing their fingers together to keep him from pulling away to claw his neck anyway.

"Do you think you could hack into the UA archives? Even if everything public was scrubbed they must still have his student details. A former address would be a great start." He fought down a blush when Dabi nudged him pointedly with an elbow. He didn't let go of Tomura's hand though.

Further discussion was interrupted by Kurogiri calling them to eat. The three moved to sit at the counter while the misty man dished out a stir-fry for them. There wasn't much talking as they ate, though towards the end Dabi spoke up.

"Hey, Tomura. Wanna date me and Izuku?" The aforementioned greenette choked on a mouthful of rice while the scarred man idly sipped his tea.

Both Izuku and Tomura stared at Dabi like deer in headlights. Somewhere in the background Izuku swore he heard Kurogiri cut off a laugh, the traitor. When the scarred man said he'd talk to Tomura, he didn't think it would be over lunch with everyone present.

He became aware of silence stretching on next to him. A surge of trepidation crawled up his spine like icy fingers. Tomura was awfully quiet. He set his chopsticks down when his hands began trembling. Mustering all of his courage, he turned to peek at the man's expression.

Lines furrowed between Tomura's eyebrows in a mild frown. His gaze was directed at the counter and he was fiddling with his utensils, making him seem confused and thoughtful more than upset. Finally, he glanced up at Dabi and Izuku. "Why?"

Dabi raised an eyebrow, leaning closer and wrapping an arm around the greenette's shoulders. Cerulean eyes were focused unerringly on the pale man even as he rubbed the teen's shoulder soothingly. "Why what? You're hot and Izuku's got it bad for you. If you like us back then date us. Or just him, if you don't mind sharing his time."

Even with the explanation Tomura still seemed perplexed. "... Are you blind?" A hand strayed up to trace the scars and wrinkles around his mouth. He pushed back from the counter and stood, shaking his head. "Do whatever." He retreated into his room, leaving the common area in silence.

Izuku felt like his world was crashing down around him. The man seemed so dismissive and uncaring. But something about the reaction bothered him. Replaying it in his head, sudden clarity struck him. He didn't think they were serious about wanting him.

Before he could hop up to follow, Dabi adjusted to hug around his waist, holding him back. "Let him be for a little bit. He'll lash out if we crowd him about it." A ghost of warm breath against his ear made Izuku shiver and lean back against him. "For now, you need a break. Play Mario Kart with me. I've been trying to beat his high score for days."