DEER

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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei

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Genre(s): Adventure/Hurt/Comfort

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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC.

Beta'd by Eternal King.Thank you so much~

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Summary: Shota thought discovering their 'Nightwalker' to be a kid was bad enough. Not to mention how the said kid is literally Quirkless, meaning the law cannot touch him.

"I don't wanna be a Hero. It's too troublesome"

And then this?

Maybe it's not too late to ask Nezu for a raise this year…

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Santa is an ordinary officer, stationed at Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters.

He is not overly handsome, nor he's hideously ugly, though that auburn hair was as smooth as water, any women will be jealous over the sight of it, his friends jokingly commented. He's an average man with a decent Quirk that was suitable for interrogation, not combat. The man himself knew that. And that was the reason why he applied to be an officer instead of a hero like anyone brimmed with Justice usually does. This job may not be that grand—it often dismissed to the side even, as they don't flaunt their power and focused on appeasing the rowdy crowd. Or often said to be filled with hero students' exile because they couldn't rise to fame and was stuck as a sidekick instead. No, even a sidekick was better than a police officer—yet Santa was proud of it anyway. His father was a famous interrogator in his prime day, succeeding in plucking any important information from the villain's tight lips andhe intended to follow his path, especially when the ability he inherited from his father's side was stronger than her mother; in which he could create an illusion in a radius of ten to fifteen kilometres.

Yes, he has two Quirk on his arsenal, just like Todoroki Shoto.

(Or more like, his Quirk could achieve two different results, even if it still work around the 'mind of a person')

And yes, becoming a police officer is still his long-life dream.

Santa thought this daily life will continued on till the end of his day. Where he went to work, doing menial tasks whenever there wasn't any criminal to questioned for, ordinary things to do, really. Except everything changed when Naomasa, an officer from Musutafu's Prefectural Police Office, came from far away just so he could meet with the talented interrogator from the neighbouring town, face serious and pose imposing.

"We have a kid that need on saving." he said, bowing his head in ninety-degree, Santa was flustered at the utmost respect he suddenly exuded, "We're short on time and you're the closest person available with a suitable Quirk. Please, please, help us save him."

Midoriya Izuku. To think, he—someone far from Tokyo—would face a 'celebrity' one on one. Anybody in Japan, or maybe world, would know this name. He's a kid shrouded in a tragic backstory and mystery. The one who bravely showed the corruption of this Hero-Villain era. Who managed to peel the rose-tinted glasses from everyone, forcing them to realize that they are a human. They prone to created mistakes; intentional or not. So, don't hail them like God and see how they thoughtlessly abandoned my friends, you poor, ignorant citizen.

Well, Izuku didn't exactly say that but honestly. The truth was needlessly harsh that even Santa, who wasn't a hero himself, could feel the slap.

Santa was in a hospital. One, that was still intact. This is where the victims from the Hero's side, who fought teeth and nail, and civilian's side, who couldn't escape on time, were treated. As he slowly moved out of the hubbubs and on the way to the green-haired kid's treatment room, he listened in on the update of the situation on hand. One of a particular conversation was stuck in his mind.

"So, Shigaraki lose his Quirk?" he saw an officer he didn't know talked to his comrade in a hushed voice. Although because it was a bit rowdy here, with everyone running around and treating any patients available, he had to raise his voice significantly so the other person could hear him talk, causing Santa to inadvertently eavesdrop along, "Every single one of them? But how?"

"We've found Eri's DNA amongst his blood." His colleagues nodded, "Now that the fight is over, she finally confessed and said that Midoriya indeed asked her to coated his weapon with her Quirk before he left her in Midoriya Inko-san's care that day."

"…he planned this all along."

Indeed, he is. Nobody would think to prepared their weapons of choice that meticulously; heroes mostly fly by the seat of their pants, after all. Then again, Izuku is Quirkless. His assortment of equipment what was saved him from any brutal defeat.

After another minute of listening in—of who died, who survived, who can continue their noble duty, or who are going to retire—Santa arrived at the designated place. Bakugo Katsuki was standing in front of the door with his arms crossing over the broad chest, sharp furrow that usually accompanied his boyish face was replaced by utmost worry. He looked toward Santa, red eyes roamed his figure up and down, it felt like he was sizing him up; whether this police officer was going to be a savior or a danger toward his friend's mental health. Katsuki leaned aside, grunted, "Be nice." and walked away.

…That's it.

Santa didn't know how to handle that not-a-reprimand-but-more-like-a-threat, so he just walked in to the ward, nodding slightly towards Naomasa, who was in the middle of putting a thin blanket over Inko's shivering body; both of the Midoriya's were sleeping, definitely tired from whatever mental breakdown they had to face after the war is now over. The slightly shorter officer gave a silent greeting back then stepped back, allowing Santa to do what he had to do.

Alright, then. Without further ado—. He took a deep breath, sighed, put his palm on top of Izuku's clammy forehead, and dove into his mind.

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(When Inko's quick nap was disturbed by a slight hiccup that was full of sadness and forlorn, she opened her eyes. The first scenery she saw after the blurriness went away was Naomasa's dropped jaw, Santa's pale face. And Izuku—her precious, precious son—teary eyes)

("I should've known it was too good to be true." The child croaked, orbs were hidden by his only arm and split lip trembled, "I should've known I'll be forever alone in this foreign, unknown universe. And even you. You who possessed almost all the traits and look. Even you don't remember me at all, right?")

("If only…" Izuku's head tilted sideways, a drop of salty liquid rolled down his cheek, "if only I forget those painful memories as well and live my second life properly. If only I was just a normal Quirkless kid! If only…)

("If only I was as lucky as you—")

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("—Yamanaka-san")


(A/N): Yamanaka Santa is a canon character, by the way `3`

(It's real this time, guys. This is not an illusion anymore :'D )