Chapter 33: A Deal With a Devil

Hitoshi was a complete wreck. Tears pooled in his eyes as he pulled the unresponsive teen into his lap on the couch.

Aizawa was across the room calling Present Mic. He wanted to take Izuku to the hospital and Mic was closer to them than an ambulance would be.

Hitoshi tried his hardest not to glare at the man as he ran his fingers through Izuku's long, soft curls. The underground hero didn't know that would happen. Hell, William and Izuku didn't know that would happen. It was just...inadvertently or not, Eraserhead just hurt three of the most important people in his life. It was really hard not to blame him at the moment.

"Mic's on his way," Aizawa said, voice rough with guilt and self loathing.

Hitoshi only nodded.

"Shinsou...," the underground hero said, trailing off awkwardly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"You better not have," a dark, horse voice growled.

"Zuku," Hitoshi said lowly in relief, and the teen tried to sit up. "Don't move! You should rest until we find out what caused this reaction."

Izuku looked up at him, and Hitoshi was only mildly surprised to see his eyes flash into silver blue.

William.

"Don't worry," William drawled, residual anger lacing his normal lazy tone. "I know what happened, and as long as Eraserhead keeps his eyes turned off it won't happen again."

Eraserhead looked at William with a hard gaze for the disrespect, but his eyes were sad and guilty—and William was satisfied with his slight flinch.

"I won't do it again," the pro promised.

William's gaze darkened, and the pro shivered.

"You better not," was William's cold response.

"Are you okay," Hitoshi asked as he put a steadying hand on William's shoulder—relaxing the man some.

"I will be," he said with a tired sigh. "It's only phantom pains now."

"You should still get checked by a doctor," Aizawa said concerned. "What if there were side effects?"

"I'm fine," William growled, and the underground hero had to force himself to not take a step back. "Besides, don't you want your 'answers'?"

The tired pro flinched at the reminder.

He still wanted answers; needed them really, but that didn't mean that he didn't care for his problem children's safety!

"Midoriya, we don't need to do that right now if you're hurt," the pro said, voice carefully blank—not wanting them to know that they had actually hurt him. "Your health's more important."

William snorted and said, "I'm not in the mood to debate this. Ask your questions. This is the only opportunity I'll give you."

Aizawa searched the teen in front of him. This wasn't the Midoriya he's come to know. His whole personality seemed to have changed. Aizawa's eyes narrowed. Nothing about today was adding up, and it was starting to give him a migraine trying to sort it all out. Not to mention he felt like crap for accidentally hurting his student.

"Can you explain why my quirk effected you the way it did," Aizawa carefully asked. "I want to avoid something like this happening again in the future."

William hummed as he looked at the underground hero. He was still ticked off, but he was happy the pro seemed to be genuinely remorseful. That was a point in the man's favor, at least.

"My situation's unique," William finally said with a carefully crafted lazy drawl. "Call of the hospital ride, and I'll fill you in some."

The pro's eyes narrowed as he said, "I will when I know for sure you'll be okay."

William's smirk softened a touch.

"I promise that I'll be fine," William said seriously. "It was only because 'my' quirk's connection cut off."

Aizawa's brows furrowed in confusion.

"That doesn't make any sense," the pro muttered.

William shrugged and said, "As long as 'my' quirk stays on, I'm fine."

Aizawa nodded and called Mic to let him know that 'Izuku' was okay.

"William," Hitoshi whispered as Aizawa stepped away. "What happened?!"

"Somehow his quirk blocked our connection with the brat," William explained. "And, because I literally share the same soul with Izu, the brat went through being springlocked...again."

Hitoshi winced in horror.

"Is he okay," the teen whispered in concern.

"He will be," William assured the panicking teen. "Spring's with him at the moment."

Hitoshi nodded, and sighed in relief.

"Are you two okay," the violet haired teen asked.

William chuckled in fondness.

"Yeah, brat," he said, voice warm. "Spring and I barely even felt it from behind the barrier."

Hitoshi was going to say something else, but Aizawa stepped back in.

"Mic said he's glad you're alright," the pro said as he tiredly sat down. "He still thinks you should at least get checked out, but he relented when I said you're refusing to go."

William nodded his head.

"So, I guess we need to have that talk, huh," William drawled lazily. "Though, I thought you said someone would meet us here?"

Aizawa sighed tiredly in irritation and nodded.

"He should have been here before us," the constantly exhausted pro said with a heavy sigh.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Cipher," William called out, kindly, to the little animatronic bunny. "Can you get the door for us?"

"Yes, sir, Willy," the little yellow and sea green bunny said cheerfully as he set down the tea that he was making; since Hitoshi had sent him out of the room when Izuku wasn't responding.

"Willy," their sensei asked with a raised brow.

William cursed to high hell internally. What was with their luck today?!

He completely forgot the little animatronic could tell when they switched after being around them so often.

"I'll explain in a minute," William said, still cursing himself for putting back explaining why Cipher shouldn't call him by name when around company; even if they barely received company in the first place. "I want to know who you included into your little interrogation scheme."

Aizawa winced at the man's dry tone and the way he described their future discussion.

"Hello...Young Izuku," Allmight said, though he paused slightly when he noticed that William was in control, and he was still laying in Hitoshi's lap. "I'm sorry I'm late, but is everything okay?"

"It's fine," William said, lying through his teeth.

He was slightly relieved that Allmight was the one who was accompanying Aizawa's interrogation. At least it was someone already, partially, in the know.

Allmight looked to Hitoshi and the teen mouthed that he would explain later. The blonde nodded and sat down next to Aizawa.

"So, what did I miss," the late pro asked.

"Nothing much," William said breezily with a sarcastic smirk. "We're only just now starting."

Allmight gave the man a searching look, still worried for his friend and his successor, but he dropped it.

Instead, he said, "Okay then, Shota. What did you want to ask them?"

The underground hero folded his hands like he was about to pray and then brought the tips of his fingers to his lips.

"There are a lot of explainable things about you two," the pro said. "However, there are two pressing issues at the moment."

"Oh," William drawled, feigning disinterest.

"You're not Midoriya Izuku," Aizawa said firmly.
William smirked and said, "What makes you so sure, sensei?"

Aizawa's eyes narrowed and his brows creased in his frustration.

"I'm not an idiot," the pro said as his gravelly voice got darker. "Your mannerisms are different, your voice changed, and don't forget that bunny robot—"

"Animatronic," Hitoshi interrupted.

"Animatronic," the ruffled man corrected with an annoyed huff. "Called you "Willy". You're obviously not Midoriya. Explain."

Allmight winced at the underground hero's tone while William let out a low growl. The number one hero looked at the purple haired man, pleading for his patience. However, William had a dark protectiveness in his eyes that deeply shook the hero. This conversation wouldn't be easy.

"Please," the blonde pleaded his friend.

William studied the injured hero, his hollow eyes were begging him to play nice. William wanted to sneer at him, but the blonde hero didn't know that the underground pro hurt his brat.

"Please," the blonde begged again.

"Will," Hitoshi said calmly as he stroked his hair, and the purple haired man looked at his other brat.

While he could she the residual anger, he also saw that Hitoshi still trusted his sensei.

"It wasn't his fault," the violet eyed teen gently reminded him.

William let out an annoyed hiss, but said, "I know."
William then turned to study the underground hero again, and then sighed. The brat, both brats, would want him to play nice.

"Fine," he said, reluctantly. "My name's William."

"How are you in Midoriya's body," Aizawa asked suspiciously.

"I'm a part of him," William said. "There's actually three of us in here if you include the brat."

"Three," the underground hero repeated with a dumbfounded blink.

"Yep," William said with a darkly amused smirk. "However, you don't want to meet Spring at the moment."

"Why," Aizawa asked warily.

"He'd attack you," William said, a dark light in his eyes as he chuckled lowly.

"What," Allmight yelped. "Spring's usually belligerent, but I've never heard him blatantly threaten someone before!"

Both Hitoshi and William had to hold in a snort of amusement.

"You have no idea," they though simultaneously.

Aizawa frowned as guilt ate at him. How was he going to make it up to his student?

"I am sorry," the pro said again.

William just snorted dismissively. Actions spoke louder than words.

"Anymore questions," the man asked.

"You said you're 'apart' of Midoriya," the raven haired pro said. "Are you apart of his quirk, or is this a case of Dissociative Identity Disorder?"

"Both," William said vaguely.

Aizawa just blinked as he took in the information.

"How did it come about," the pro asked gently. "Are you comfortable with sharing it?"

William hummed in thought, not expecting to be given a choice.

"Go ahead," Izuku weakly said from the mindscape.

"Brat," William said, voice brittle; relief and concern warring in the center of his being.

"I'm okay, Will," Izuku said, gently; touched at the genuine care and vulnerability that the man was displaying. "Just sore and a little shaken."

"That good," the blue eyed man said as he let out a sigh of relief.

"Will," Hitoshi asked, worriedly, yanking the purple haired man back to reality.

"Sorry," William said with a small shake to his head. "Izu woke back up."

"Is Zuku okay," Hitoshi pleaded hurriedly as he gripped William's shoulder in his worry.

"What's wrong with Young Izuku," Allmight asked urgently, his whole face a mask of worry.

"It was an accident," Hitoshi said, bitterly. "Cipher spooked Aizawa-sensei into using his quirk, and it had a bad effect on Zuku."

"Is he okay," the blonde pro asked looking at William.

"He'll be fine," William said with a warm, relieved smile—startling Aizawa, who couldn't immediately process the difference in the cold man.

Allmight let out a relieved breath.

"Anyways," William said as his mask slid back in place. "The brat gave me permission to explain."

Aizawa immediately sat at attention.

"However, I have a request," William said, a sly smirk accompanied his dark gaze.

"And that is," Aizawa asked cautiously.

"If you're like me, and I know you are because my brats have compared us often enough, then you'll want to tell the principal," William said with a huff of annoyed amusement.

Aizawa nodded, not sure where this was going.

"I don't mind explaining, since the brat obviously still trusts you, William said with a warning glare. "But, in exchange, I'm only doing it once and I want revenge."

"Revenge," Aizawa said with a cautious tension.

"Not on you," the man said with a dismissive snort. "You'll understand when I explain."

Aizawa and Allmight gave each other thoughtful, chary looks.

"I'm not going to kill anyone," William said with an annoyed groan. "Maybe just humiliate and/or destroy reputations."

The look he gave them sent shivers down their spines. The pros wanted to say no just so they didn't have to introduce him to Nezu. ...The two would get along too well.

"Against my better judgement," Aizawa said with a heavy sigh. "...Fine."

"Then we have a deal," William said with a smirk and a dark chuckle.

The underground hero couldn't help but think that he made a deal with the devil.