"So you're willing to admit that you bought him?" Izuku paused to let his sentence sink into everyone around the table's mind. "Willing to admit that to the public? Because I promise I'll pull every single favor I've ever collected to make sure you get what's coming to you." There's something feral inside him that takes pleasure in the shiver that the President of the Hero Commissions does. "Keep me from adopting him and I will make it my life's goal to tear down everything you are."

There is no ultimatum. Not with a child's life on the line. Not when he needs to prevent a child going through untold horrors for a second go around.

"Dek-"

"Don't get it twisted. I'll still be coming for you regardless. I got into the Hero business to save people. To help people. I'm failing at my job for as long as you and your corrupt soldiers are in charge. Keeping him from me will just make me just that much more vicious in my goals." The smile he learned from his Dad firmly in place while his voice was as cheery as his Papa's. He needs to make sure everyone in the room understood that he wasn't bluffing. That he's out for blood no matter their answer.

That their only minor reprieve would be to bend to his will.

"Now hold on-"

"No, Madame President. I won't. You have exactly two minutes to make a decision before I make it for you." With that he closes his eyes and leans back in his chair, letting his head drop back to half listen to the quiet conversations going on around him. The other half of his brain was more focused on planning on what he needed to get for his soon to be adopted son. Silently creating a list of things to do when he leaves the building. 'I need to call Dad. Wonder if they'll be surprised that I pulled a "Dadzawa"?'

"Fine." Izuku lets a smirk break out across his face at the gritted response he finally got. "Fine, take him. Take him and we'll work out something later regarding personnel change."

He playfully sticks his bottom lip out. "I think you misunderstood me earlier. I'm at the very least coming for every single one of your jobs and how. . . free you're walking around. At the most I'll be making sure no one finds bodies. Make sure to keep in mind my specialties, connections and where I stand in this world." The temperature in the room drops before he perks back up.

He shoves papers across the table for the stiff President to sign. She does so, barely looking at the documents that signed over rights to the previous pro hero turned eight year old. 'Guess she finally remembered exactly who I am.'

He snatches away the papers and pops up to his feet. "It's been a pleasure!" He calls out to the room behind him as he walks out. He has absolutely no interest in the pandemonium that erupts in his wake.

He needs to go retrieve his now adopted son.

It takes two elevator rides before he's finally standing in front of the, his, eight year old. Who was sitting onto of a medical table, being checked out by a doctor that Izuku found sketchy at best. He assumes that this is the doctor that's looked after Keigo the longest, because he was the first person the Commission called to look at him.

Izuku didn't like the look in the Keigo's eyes when the doctor walked in. Didn't like the way he tried to curl deeper into his chest and hide from the man that walked in. The boy's wings were tucked so close to his body that it looked uncomfortable even to him.

At the age of eight, Keigo had been in the clutches of the Commission for four years already. The signs of abuse and trauma were too damn strong already and it lit Izuku's blood on fire.

He crouches down so that the small blonde had the high ground when he spoke, gave him more of a sense that he was in charge and in control of what happened next. He also wanted to be in his line of sight since Keigo's head was ducked low enough for his chin to touch his chest. "Hey buddy. I'm sorry that took so long, but I finally got the "okay" to take you home with me."

Dull golden eyes flicked up to his and held a look of hope. "Really?"

"Really, really. You've officially been placed in my care indefinitely." He chuckled when he saw blonde eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "I forgot you don't know a lot of big words right now. I'm sorry." He shakes his head at his slip. It was going to be an adjustment in not seeing Hawks the Number One Pro Hero, and instead seeing eight year old Keigo Takami. "What I was saying was that I adopted you. You never have to come back here again."

"I don't?" Tears were brimming on Keigo's eyes and it broke his heart. He hated seeing such broken hearts on such small sleeves.

"Never again. I promise." He didn't have time to brace for impact before Keigo launched himself off the clinical table at him. He landed on his ass and held the small body close to him while the shoulder of his shirt was soaked with tears. He didn't like that the small body was shaking with the force of his sobs but not a single sound was made.

It was like he was scared to make a noise and be punished. Like he wasn't allowed to express his feelings without negative repercussions.

He stares down the doctor that looked on at them in distaste. "I'm coming for you first." He whispers his promise not wanting to scare the boy in his arms with any type of loud noises. The last thing he wanted was for Keigo to get the wrong idea and think he was talking to him and not the doctor.

The doctor rolls his eyes and Izuku lets the man live in his fantasy world of safety.

Having more than his fill of being inside the giant but claustrophobic building he climbs to his feet, making sure to keep the still crying boy secure in his arms.

"C'mon kiddo. Let's get you home."