Karyoku Roku let out a sigh as he walked up the dorm stairs, hat in hand, mask hanging loose around his neck. His lone eye followed Midoriya carrying his children into his room, the greenette cooing softly to the smaller of the pair. He smiled at the sight, sickeningly domestic as it was. He touched two fingers to the side of his head as the door swung shut, giving the boy a subtle salute.

Midoriya was trying damn hard, that much was certain. He kept the kids with him as often as possible, only leaving them with Mirio or Doctor Nyanja when he had no other options, during classes and the like. He spent most of his weekends with them, taking them for walks around the campus and feeding them himself. They had yet to say much, though little Inko was given to saying 'pop' while frantically gesturing for her father's attention.

Most of the rest of 2-A was as enamoured with them as Midoriya was. Bakugou had begun swearing less, not stopping altogether but slowing down enough to be noticeable. Shouji had taken to Inko especially, given the similarity in their Quirks, while Shouta was Todoroki's favourite (not that the solemn boy would ever admit such a thing out loud). Uraraka and Mina both were obsessed with the two, while Momo enjoyed making clothes for them.

The only students who seemed less keen on the twins were Kaminari, who proclaimed that he 'loved them from a distance' but stayed back for fear of his Quirk accidentally hurting them, and Jirou, who seemed to be doing her level best to ignore them and their father as much as possible. The new transfers had seemed cautious as well, though the same could be said of their approach to everything else.

The twins were an active benefit to the class, it seemed. Spirits were always up when they were around, and Midoriya's grades and effort had never been higher. The kid took to fatherhood like a fish to water.

Yeah, Roku decided, Midoriya was doing just fine as a parent. Better than anybody had expected. Now Roku just had to keep Nemuri from kidnapping them for her own as she had fantasized about a few times, and all would be well.

He searched for his keys in his pocket, glancing at the knob of his door, and froze. It wasn't locked. He always locked his door.

Silently he slid to the side, drawing his six-shooter. The tenner was for teaching and heroics; the six-shooter was his standard carry when off-duty, due to the tenner technically being illegal. He held it firm in his right hand, reaching across the door with his left to grab the knob. He twisted, pushed it in and entered, gun raised and finger on the trigger.

"Hola, Yo-Yo." said the woman he hadn't seen in five years, laying atop his bed with her legs crossed and hands folded behind her back. "Been a while, no?"

She was still wearing her old outfit, the one she'd donned as the heroine Longshot. The skintight black spandex under the tan bullet-proof vest, with her left arm fully exposed with all its Catholic tattoos, the face of the Virgin with her hands clasped before her wrapped around her bicep. Her black hair was cut short and rough, a style more like Ojiro's than anyone else.

Her rifle was leaning against the wall beside his bed, the colossal custom marksman's platform called 'Mother Mercy' that had been her trademark for so many years. It hadn't changed at all, but for the scope and barrel both being longer.

"Speechless, mi amor?" she asked, grinning at him in that same way that still sent a thrill down his spine all these years later. "Don't be. I know you have questions. I do too."

Roku lowered his gun, and she giggled at his dumbfounded expression.

"What the hell're you doing here, Amaya?" he asked, finally. "You told me the next time you saw me, you'd kill me."

"I spoke too soon," she admitted, and she even had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. "I was stupid and young. Just like you, Yo-Yo."

"Still don't change the fact you went rogue." Roku declared, raising his pistol again. "You dropped heroism and went into the blood market. You expect me to just let you walk in and outta here without any trouble?"

She stared at him for a moment, before rolling off his bed and rising to her feet. When she turned back towards him, her expression was all business, any trace of flirtatious amusement gone.

"Somebody put up an open contract on All Might worth ten million American green." she said. "All you have to do is put a hole in his head. I came to warn you."

Roku blinked.

"Ten-million?" he repeated, and Amaya nodded.

"The job had eighty-five takers last I checked, more every day." She folded her hands in front of her, down by her hips. "Given that he's your coworker, I thought I might warn you."

"Warning received." Roku said, blinking again. "You here for that money too?"

She smiled again then, shaking her head slowly.

"No," she declared. "I'm here for a different contract. Somebody else put up protection money on one of your students. Two million so long as he survives until graduation. I took the deal."

"He?" Roku felt like a broken record.

"He's got a bit of a reputation," she said, her smile growing. "And now that I'm here, I can see why he's worth so much. I did my research; the kid's done quite a lot in a year."

Roku's hands didn't tremble, but he did narrow his eye.

"Who?" he asked, and Amaya leaned against his bed, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Izuku Midoriya." she declared. "And you're going to make this an official job. I want to meet with Nezu to discuss terms."

Roku tensed, finger slipping onto the trigger, thumb cocking the pistol. Amaya just watched.

"Why the hell would I do that?" he asked.

"Because that All Might contract had a footnote." she said. "Midoriya's head is worth a bonus two million. Each kid is worth five-hundred thousand alive. But if nobody can manage it, there's a further stipulation. Each one of your other students is one-hundred thousand, but only if nobody takes Midoriya."

"And this means I take you to Nezu, why?" Roku asked.

"Because whoever's paying that kind of cash is serious about this." she declared. "And Nezu probably already knows about the contract, but he doesn't have the connections with the blood market that I do. You both need me."

She smirked, and Roku's hand finally began to shake, before he lowered his aim and took a deep breath. Before he could speak, however, a squeaky voice emitted from the speakers built into his mask.

"Very well played, Miss Fumar." Nezu said, sounding very amused indeed. "Please, Roku, bring her to my office. I feel we have much to discuss."

The voice cut out, and Roku stared at his former lover for a long moment. Amaya giggled again at his expression, before walking towards him and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"C'mon Yo-Yo," she whispered, breath hot on his ear. "You always wanted to show me around UA."

AN:

OC time! That's... really all I've got for this chapter. Just a short scene this time around; back to our regularly scheduled interpersonal drama come the next chapter. And for those asking about Toga; soon. That is all I can promise.