The day came and went.
The cops and heroes that responded to the call of the elementary school in trouble had been puzzled when they arrived, but after making sure the children and the teachers were safe, they filed this case as an act of a vigilante. They weren't uncommon these days, but many would-be vigilantes went official due to the pay and the recognition.
However, that didn't mean there wasn't any that fought villains or helped people just for the sole purpose of helping.
The only problem the proper authorities had was that they were unable to ID which vigilante had done it through the lack of eye witnesses.
Unknown to them, the female teacher that had seen Jotaro fight for her safety deliberately withheld that information to keep him out of trouble.
Even though vigilantes were still heroes, they worked outside the law and were treated as villains when caught.
Inko didn't care for that nonsense. After returning home early on the day of the attack, she had been too worried to even think about what others would think about him.
They didn't know him and, therefore, she couldn't care less.
With the hours passing by without any signs of the man that had barged into her life, her anxiety gnawed at her.
To try and remedy the feeling, she had attempted to keep her mind and body busy, but that soon proved to be a fruitless endeavor the more she began to repeat the things she did.
She cleaned the house twice, reorganized the decorations thrice, and checked up on her son more than she could count.
This feeling was a first for her, and she sure didn't like it.
With a sigh, she quietly ran the front and the back of her hands against the front of her yellow apron. Leg bouncing to the beat of something she heard long ago, she drummed her fingers against her knee, fidgeting in all sorts of ways as the clock told her that it was past seven o'clock.
Just when she thought she would spend the night worrying, a loud knock on the door caught her attention. Making her move from the kitchen and to the door, happily flinging the door open with the expectation of seeing the white coat she had familiarized herself with these past few days.
Instead, she was met with a pair of heads with ash blonde hair and red eyes.
Mother and son stood in front of Inko, sending her excitement spiraling a bit and adding a mix of confusion.
"Mitsuki?" Inko whispered as she held the door open, her best friend, wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and a pair of tight white jeans that was finished off by a pair of white heels, waving shyly while Bakugou stayed put with his arms to his sides.
"Hey Inko, been a while."
Mitsuki Bakugou
Age: 27
Height: 5'7
Quirk: Glycerin
"Mind if we come in?"
Snapped out of her shock, Inko stood to the side to allow the pair entry into their home. The duo slipped their footwear off without a second thought.
"What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you! Far from it actually, it's just—you don't like showing up unannounced." Inko watched as her friend unceremoniously dumped her purse onto the couch as if she owned it. Mitsuki overdramatically laid down, legs dangling over the armrest on one side with her head laying on one of the couch cushions.
"That's what I tried to tell the brat here, but it seems like he just couldn't stay cooped up in the house."
As if responding to his mother, Katsuki grumbled quiet, brows scrunching together with his arms folding in an annoyed manner.
"Don't you get all pissy with me, damn it; you were the one that brought me out here!" Mitsuki barked, which caused the boy to ease up.
"…sorry," the little version of Mitsuki mumbled.
"Tch. Just go and see Izuku; it's why you wanted to come here, right?"
The boy nodded before slipping off down the familiar turns through the hallway towards the other boy's room, leaving the two women alone.
Inko, who had been watching the display, had a slight smile on her face.
Mitsuki was never one for kids, so seeing her with her own child always gave her such a kick. Especially when her kid acted like her when she was younger. Brooding and frowning. It will always remain a wonder how the two of them ended up becoming friends.
"Something funny?" Mitsuki questioned after noticing the entertained look on the petite woman. Her ruby eyes glowered and upon sitting up, adopted the all too-familiar posture of her intimidating stance: an arm pushing down onto her thigh, her bicep jutted out while her brow raised into a scowl. 'Yakuza Mitsuki' was the name Inko had given this look of hers.
"Nothing at all. It's just always a treat to see the two of you," Inko giggled, approaching the couch to sit. Mitsuki adjusted her posture and sat regularly to accommodate.
"A treat. Hah! The brat is growing a pair way too soon. He's starting to ignore the stuff I tell him. Can you believe that?"
"Seeing how he's your son… yes, I can. You did much worse. Remember?"
Being reminded of the past, the blonde woman groaned and leaned back into the couch.
"Ugh, I don't wanna. Junior high was shit. High school was shittier. And don't get me started on college. Waste of my time for a degree I'm not even using."
Nodding as she listened, Inko turned the tv on to something the two of them could watch. She settled on some drama show that had been the talk amongst the other nurses.
"It's not a waste. Just think of it as insurance in case anything happens," Inko said to reassure her pessimistic friend.
"And what could happen that would—" Stopping herself, Mitsuki realized that Inko was speaking out of experience. "I guess… having something to fall back on wouldn't be too bad."
Smiling at her mumbling, Inko giggled slightly and rested a hand on the taller woman's shoulder. "Now you get it."
Pushing the slender hand off of her, Mitsuki scoffed and folded her arms. "Let's stop skirting around the issue. What have you been up to? You suddenly just stopped responding to my texts a few days ago. I thought something happened to you."
With a raised brow, Inko gave a perplexed look. "Like what?"
"Er…" silently gulping, Mitsuki tried to choose her words carefully. While everybody knew how much of a kind person Inko could be, she still had limits and could get angry. And god help the person that makes the gentlest person angry. "Like… something bad?"
Sighing, Inko figured that her friend had been worried that she was treading on sore ground. Well, she was, but even then, she could never get angry at her over bringing up the past.
"You mean something like me not being over Hisashi?" Receiving a nod, she leaned back and folded her arms as well with a bitter look on her face, brows furrowed and lips firmly set in a line. It was obvious how she felt about the topic.
"I'll admit, I'm not exactly over what he did to Izuku and me, but what's done is done. Had you brought this up a while ago, maybe I would have gone into the freezer to eat my stash of ice cream. But now? I'm working to get over it."
Surprised at the attitude, Mitsuki couldn't hold back a smile.
"Now that's the shit I'm talking about Inky! You may look small, but you got the heart of a giant!" she said, happily clapping a hand against the back of the woman's pink cardigan. Inko winced at Mitsuki's strength.
"Thanks?"
"Say, why don't we have a drink to celebrate your rebirth into being an independent woman?
Thinking about the offer, Inko felt there was something wrong with accepting it…
Oh what the hell. A drink wouldn't hurt.
"Just a glass."
Despite the restriction, Mitsuki bolted from the couch and zipped towards the kitchen. The clinks and clunks of cabinets told Inko that she was searching for that bottle she had been given as a divorce present. That was such a good drink. Sweet and tangy—
Wait.
Sweet and tangy? How the hell did she know this? Wouldn't that mean she—
"Say, Inko?" Freezing in her mental tracks, said woman cringed within her seat as the accusing tone her friend used reached her.
"You must have really liked the bottle of wine I gave you, huh?"
Ah. So that's how she knew what the wine tasted like.
In Mitsuki's grasp was a half empty bottle. The sight of it brought forth hazy memories of her and Jotaro drinking on the couch.
Shit. How was she going to tell Mitsuki about this?
Generally, Inko did her utmost best to avoid bringing up any men she was interested in. Not because Mitsuki was the type to try and steal the boys she liked. No; Far from it. Her sister in arms would go out of her way to do everything she could to make sure she got together with the man she was currently interested in.
An embarrassing memory of one of her attempts at playing matchmaker was when they were back in high school. Mitsuki had slapped her… um… rear end, to show her crush at the time just how 'gifted' she was.
Suffice to say, Inko was the joke of the school for a while. She didn't talk to her for a while after that, but she could never stay mad at Mitsuki for too long.
But as adults, Inko worried just what kind of tactics her best friend had saved up.
"Y-yeah! I completely forgot I even drank it! I was watching this show the girls in my wing were talking about and got so absorbed! I must have gone through half of the season from the reruns alone!" Nervously laughing, Inko mentally sweated at the situation. If she relented and let Mitsuki know Jotaro was in her life, there was absolutely no telling what she would do to pair them up. As much as the idea of it sounded nice…
'No! Don't get distracted, Inko! Being around Jotaro wouldn't be the same if he ended up rejecting me!' Using the imaginary scene of being turned down by the man she had come to respect and somewhat adore, the petite woman gulped and gripped her apron tightly.
Silence ticked by as Inko's defense was penetrated by her friend's stern gaze. For a moment, it seemed like Inko had weathered the storm and made it unscatched, but, well, luck was not on her side. Mitsuki pulled out two freshly cleaned wine glasses from behind her.
"So you liked the show and the wine so much you decided you needed two cups?"
It felt like Mitsuki's stare had intensified by a hundred fold. Inko actually began to fidget within her seat and before she knew it, her defense failed. "…I was drinking with a guy."
She'd mumbled quietly, but Mitsuki's senses were as youthful as she looked since she caught what she said and squealed before jumping onto the couch.
"So thats why you seemed so busy all of a sudden! You sly girl you- I didn't know you were dating already!"
Groaning in response to her friend's excitement, Inko tried to shake off the hand clasping her bicep which was currently moving her back and forth.
"I'm not dating anyone!" Inko disputed loudly, unable to stop Mitsuki from shaking her as if she was a baby rattle.
"You have to tell me about him! What's he like? Where's he from? Have you had him in the bedr—"
"I'm not with him, Suki!" Shouting loud enough to pause her friend's antics, Inko was finally able to pull herself free, finding herself on the receiving end of a confused look once she had rubbed the flow of blood back into her arm.
"You aren't? " Mitsuki asked.
"No, I'm not. We're just friends. That's it." the green-haired woman repeated with a sigh. She hated to disappoint her friend with the news that even got herself down, but it was the truth.
"But—you—no one just drinks wine casually with a guy in their home! That's how I was finally able to get Masaru." Deflated, Mitsuki slumped into her seat. She hated how happy her life was while her best friend was alone and miserable.
"Well, I guess I'm the first to do so."
Silence took over the two as the sound of the drama that had played on the tv in the background came to its climax, but the two women hardly bothered to watch it.
"Sorry," Mitsuki broke through the awkward quietness, her form slumped over the wine bottle and glasses she had brought over.
Despite how forward, confident, and blunt Mitsuki could be, Inko knew how sensitive her best friend was whenever she realized she had done something wrong. The soft side of sandpaper is what Inko always compared her to.
"It's fine. I appreciate you wanting to help me with my love life, but could you let me handle this on my own?"
Inko was rarely an independent person. Nearly their entire life through school together, Inko had always come to Mitsuki for help. Whether it be on what food to eat that day or what they should do, what dress she should wear, etc. Hell, Inko even asked her about things that pertained to Hisashi when the two had been freshly dating and even when they married. So seeing her friend like this, seeing her grow, it made Mitsuki proud.
"Yeah, of course I will," Mitsuki said with a gentle pat on the shoulder. "My door is always open though for any questions if you happen to have any. Just saying!"
Laughing while Inko rolled her eyes, the two women continued to talk for the next hour. Talking about all sorts of things, like catching up on the news and how Mitsuki's anniversary was coming up and she would really enjoy it if Inko brought along a date to her outing with Masaru and stuff like how Mitsuki hadn't changed one bit ever since they went their separate ways.
With laughs, giggles, and enjoyed company, the two mothers came to realize that it had now grown too late. Their boys needed their sleep, and with begrudging agreement, they decided to call it a night.
Mitsuki called for her son, who obediently came out, wearing the same pensive look as before. However, Izuku followed the boy out with a brooding look on his face. What had those two talked about? Inko had hardly ever seen her son look like that, even when he was watching something hero related.
The two mothers bid farewell and the door closed behind Mitsuki and Bakugou, leaving Inko and Midoriya alone.
"Are you okay, Izuku?" Inko asked, but was met with silence. She turned and only caught sight of her son's back as he walked to his room.
What was going on? Did something happen between the two boys?
Sighing, Inko was about to get ready for bed, but the blaring ringtone of the house phone caught her by surprise. She moved quickly to answer it and with bated breath raised it to her ear.
"Hello? You've reached the Midoriya residence," Inko said in the same tone she always did when she answered the phone.
"Inko, it's me. Jotaro."
Hearing the familiar voice she had grown used to, the woman couldn't keep herself from smiling widely as her posture straightened.
"Hey! You had me thinking that you changed your mind! When you come back, I have some leftover food I made for dinner but if you want, I could cook you up something else?" Absolutely elated, she was practically bouncing on the balls of her toes but that would change as she heard the man on the other line sigh.
"…about that."
Her mood dropped upon hearing him say that.
"I can't explain it right now but at the moment… I'm currently in trouble."
Trouble? Jotaro?
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
On the other end of the line, Jotaro smiled to himself. Normally he would have been annoyed when people fussed over him or grew worried, but when it came to the two greenettes, he didn't mind it.
"No, I'm fine. My captors made it apparent that I would be unharmed."
" Captors!? Should I call the authorities?"
Worry was met with a chuckle, causing Inko to scrunch her brows in confusion.
"Well… technically I'm being held by the highest authority, but anyways. Could you do something with Izuku for me?" Frowning with worry etched into her features, Inko hesitated for a moment before she nodded.
"Of course. What is it?"
"I have a friend coming over from Italy. He's going to take care of Izuku's training while I'm indisposed. Could the two of you meet him at the airport? He'll be wearing a heart shaped earring. So you can't miss him."
Even when he was in trouble, Jotaro seemed to still remain selfless. Maybe it was that trait of his that she ended up lovi—
"Yes! Of course!"
Hearing her gulp to stop her train of thought, Jotaro breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you. And I also wanted to apologize for not returning home like I promised. I haven't abandoned you two. Let Izuku know that." Unknowing of the fact that he had made Inko blush, he told her goodbye and the phone was hung up.
There. His call was done. And then returned the harsh glares minus one.
"Now that you've made your call, let us continue with our talk shall we?"
Turning away from the wall with his phone in hand, Jotaro met the stares of pro heroes sitting at tables arranged in a bucket shaped 'U'.
How the hell did he get into this situation?
Earlier
Having just arrived in Yokohama, Jotaro had been walking the streets for some time.
He had passed by the famous tourist spots and heard all sorts of languages and spoken Japanese that had obvious foreign accents. But the informant wouldn't be anywhere near these places.
No.
If the informant he was searching for had any semblance of a brain, the place that person would be at would be somewhere near the edges of the city.
Had he been told to look in the general vicinity for a place that would be home for a criminal, he'd have said fuck it and refused to go, but fortunately, he had a tip.
"Homeless man between a noodle shop and a seamstress. Tell him you got the letter," Jotaro repeated what the Speedwagon worker had told him.
He honestly couldn't believe how well these guys could work. Without them, he and Polnareff would have had so much more trouble finding whatever they were looking for at the time.
Speaking of the Frenchman, he had gotten a call from him earlier. He had gotten an apology for the late reply, but in all honesty, he was just glad he was able to talk to his friend again. Polnareff had updated him on his exploits in Italy, that the boss his friend was looking for was getting close.
Before meeting Izuku, he would have told him to be ready for the mob boss, but there was a danger to having Polnareff face off against a Stand user they knew nothing about by himself. So he told him to come to Japan to regroup. It had taken some convincing, but Polnareff ended up agreeing to come. With the earliest flight, he would be here by tomorrow.
Jotaro was relieved he was able to change Polnareff's mind. Losing him would have been a great blow. That guy didn't know just how important he had become to him and his grandpa. Would they ever tell him? Hell no. That guy already had the biggest ego known to man. He didn't need another boost.
Shaking away his thoughts, he found himself standing in front of a dimly lit alley with boxes and small tents placed all over the path. The people here smelt foul and looked just as bad.
He felt bad for them, but what could he do? He wasn't exactly rich, and Grandpa wasn't in the state to open up a program to help people like this just yet.
So with a sigh, he shouted out the phrase, glad that the seamstress and the noodle shop were closed. He didn't need any curious eyes on him.
He had seen some gazes fly onto him, but only one of the homeless people got up and made his way to him.
"Oh I'll be! If it ain't my brother!" said the homeless man.
Thinking that he was needing to play along, Jotaro nodded.
"Oh, it's been so long! Why don't we catch up!"
While the man chuckled, Jotaro was led away from the alley and towards a nearby park where the lights weren't working, leaving the two blanketed by darkness.
"What do you want?"
Hearing the sudden tone difference, Jotaro knew he was talking to the right person.
Even if said person was wearing tatters pants and a shirt filled with so many holes that it nearly counted as a fashion statement.
"Isn't it obvious? I need information."
"Of course you do, everyone does. Clan leaders need it to kill a rival, gangs need it to make money. So let me ask you this; what do you need the information for?"
Staring at the disheveled, foul smelling man, Jotaro thought about pulling the photographs out, but decided against it. Not yet.
"I just need the name of the man I'm looking for. He might be endangering a family member of mine and all I want to do is protect them."
"You're out of luck. I don't do names."
Frowning, Jotaro stood up and positioned himself in front of the man.
"You don't do names? You're an informant, damn it. This guy I want you to tell me about isn't even important in your underworld," he said with anger rising in his voice.
"I'm an informant, yes. But I only part with information about objects, locations, events, etcetera. I keep clients and names out of my mouth."
Realizing that this man wasn't going to cooperate, Jotaro took a deep breath. He was against using his stand on regular people….
But his fists were perfectly fine.
Pulling an arm back quick, Jotaro slugged the informant across the face harshly. The impact sent the man reeling off the bench and onto the solid surface of the cemented pathway.
Despite having been punched, the informant simply laughed as he nursed his aching cheek.
"You think you're the first man to resort to beating what you want out of me?" The man's laugh was cut off when Jotaro pulled the man up by his collar and held him in place with one hand as he repeatedly punched him with the other. Blood flew from the informant's mouth and splattering across the concrete.
Don't get it twisted.
Jotaro wasn't beating this man to death from rage, no. He wasn't that angry teenager anymore. This was out of necessity. His grandpa's spirit photographs haven't been wrong so far with their predictions. Finding out the identity of the man in the recent ones was a must.
Despite that, Jotaro slightly cringed as he heard the nose of the informant break with a crack. A few teeth had joined the puddle of blood on the floor.
After one more punch, Jotaro threw the man back onto the bench with a snarl, listening to the sounds of troubled breathing and groans of pain.
"Think your tongue loosened up yet?" he sneered, fist dripping with the blood and tears of the shorter man, his knuckles red and throbbing.
"Ah—" Taking a deep breath, the homeless man gathered up saliva within his mouth to spit out blood that had bled from his gums. "Shit. Y'know, I think it has." Panting, he brought his sleeve up to wipe his mouth, grunting from how sore his chin and cheek were.
"Good. Now, you're going to tell me who this man is, and if I don't like your answer or your attitude, you're going to be needing dentures soon," Jotaro cautioned as he reached into his coat pocket, but before he was even able to pull out the photographs, Star Platinum had emerged from his body to catch what seemed to be the end of a scarf. The fabric was definitely hard to rip, so this could mean one thing:
It was a capturing weapon heroes used that Izuku had told him about when he went on a rant that consisted of wanting a cape that could help him fly but also stun villains.
Pulling his hand away from his coat pocket, Jotaro turned around to the sight of a black-haired man wearing a dark outfit with yellow goggles, his white scarf held between his thin hands.
"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" he said before tugging the hero off of the broken lamp post he was situated on. Despite the yank, the hero landed on his feet and with a tug, the scarf became slack within Star Platinum's hand, allowing the hero to pull his capturing tool back into his grasp.
"So which syndicate do you work for?" came the tired raspy voice of the hero.
"Syndicate? If you're thinking I'm a gang member, then you're wrong."
"That so?" The hero deadpanned. Damn those goggles; Jotaro couldn't tell what that man was looking at.
"It is so. So why don't you let me ask a few questions of my hurt friend first and I'll be on my way?" Much to Jotaro's expectation, he received his answer via the scarf shooting out at him once more.
Again, Star Platinum caught it, only this time, the hero actually seemed surprised. He wondered why, but he didn't have time to think on it when he felt something wet splat against his back.
Unable to look towards the source with Star Platinum due to his Stand currently focusing on the scarf, Jotaro turned around himself just in time to see crimson fly at him. Already too late to dodge, he felt the wet substance splash against his chest and before he knew it, his arms had become stuck to his sides, even being unable to twist and turn his torso.
That's when he saw someone jump out from the shade of a tree. Another hero, this one with a crimson spandex suit covering his bulky body, The silver-haired man's fingers leaked droplets of the red substance that surrounded him.
"The hell is this?" Jotaro grunted as he struggled to break his arms free.
"You're just wasting your energy. Nothing can break free from my blood quirk."
Vlad King
Age: 20
Height: 6'4
Quirk: Blood Control
Wait. This wet stuff on Jotaro was blood?
"Gross," the Stand user said with his nose scrunching up. Taking offense to that, Vlad King motioned to strike softly at the back of Jotaro's head but was stopped by a pale hand.
Realizing it would have been petty had Vlad actually hit the captured man, the blood hero appreciated his friend's interruption and pulled his hand away in order to fold his arms.
"I say this was a job done well. You did great with keeping him busy, Eraserhead."
Ignoring the compliment, Eraserhead had a frown on his face. Brushing his fingers through the black hair he had that nearly reached down to nape, the young looking hero lifted his goggles off to stare at the man in white.
"How long till they get here," he asked his partner.
"Ten minutes," Vlad replied.
"Good. Plenty of time for a question."
"If you want questions answered well you're in luck. You got an informant right over—" Jotaro paused his words when he looked over to the bench where the man he was interrogating was supposed to be and only saw the pool of blood and lost teeth.
Damn it. That man was smart to know when to dip.
"You were saying?"
Scoffing at the response, Jotaro looked away as he mentally approached this situation.
His arms were coated in hardened blood, Eraserhead had a capture tool that couldn't rip easily unless he really wanted Star Platinum to break it… but what was this guy's quirk?
"Now, as I was saying, you're gonna be answering a question of mine. How did you use your quirk when I erased it during that time?"
Eraserhead
Age: 20
Height: 6'0
Quirk: Erasure
Oh, shit.
Keeping the world of Stands a secret from the hero world was something that he had tried to do. He couldn't explain his powers to people who couldn't see them, let alone convince them that there were people using their Stands for evil. And the existence of a Stand Arrow, an object capable of granting a Stand to quirkless AND Standless people, was something only he, Polnareff, his grandpa, and a select few at the Speedwagon Foundation knew about.
And it was going to stay that way.
"Did you not hear me? I said, explain to me how you were able to use your Telekinesis Quirk when I erased it during that time."
Keeping his mouth shut, Jotaro looked between the two heroes.
"Looks like he won't talk," Vlad sighed. "He's one of those types. I think we can only wait to get that answer once we get Present Mic. His voice alone can pressure a man to speak."
Jotaro saw his chance and took it.
Waiting for Eraserhead to take his eyes off of him to direct his focus onto Vlad King, who also took his eyes off of him, he used Star Platinum to break through the hardened blood from the inside. Shards of hardened blood flew in every direction and bounced across the floor.
In their moment of surprise, Jotaro then had Star Platinum grab a few blood shards from the ground and crushed it within his palm before flinging the dust into Eraserhead's eyes, causing him to grunt out and wipe his eyes in frustration.
Vlad attempted to respond, but was stopped by an invisible force. Had the hero been a villain, Jotaro would have punched him; instead, he grabbed at the scarf with his bare hands and while Star Platinum wrapped his arms around the blood quirk user to keep him from moving, the scarf was wrapped around both heroes. Eraserhead's arms were stuck to his chest while Vlad King's were stuck to his sides.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to jail anytime soon," Jotaro said with a grunt after putting a knot to the scarf, making sure the two heroes had been tied together tightly.
Now with them incapacitated, Jotaro slid his hands against the sleeves of his coat to make sure they were clean. Having blood staining white fabric was not good, and cleaning it was even less so.
But enough about his coat; he needed to get out of here.
He wasn't sure what the heroes were talking about when they mentioned people coming, but regardless of whether it was cops or more heroes, he couldn't be here. He had already messed up by showing that one hero that he could use a power that he couldn't erase with his quirk.
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Jotaro bolted into the nearest alley, phone in hand to show him the map of the back alleys he was taking, but unfortunately for him, these parts weren't mapped out at all.
He was running through a maze while potentially being chased.
Keeping his legs running, he took twists and turns, lefts and rights, and continued down the alleys between businesses.
He had half a mind to jump up onto the roof to survey the area, but well, that was going to be a bad idea. He couldn't risk being spotted, but soon he realized that didn't matter when a man wearing a silver suit appeared in front of the exit of the path he took.
Stopping in his tracks, green met yellow. Stoic met impassiveness. The two men stared each other down until finally, the suited man made the first move by throwing what seemed to be a seal. Bringing up his hand to deflect it, it was Jotaro's turn to be surprised when Star Platinum came out and batted the seal away itself.
It was only when Jotaro saw the impact the seal made against the wall that he realized just how dangerous that weapon was.
"Aren't heroes supposed to avoid breaking bones?" Jotaro asked aloud, slowly pressing towards the unmoving man.
"We avoid unnecessary deaths and dismemberment. Broken bones, however, can heal over time."
Huh, how weird. That was a sentiment he shared when it came to enemy Stand users.
"You'll have to try hard to break mine then." Putting his foot down, Jotaro made to jump against the wall in order to clear the hero's height to land behind him and escape, but the moment he did, a seal came flying by to stop him from even attempting it.
His next attempt to get away was also smothered before he got a chance to execute it as well.
Each move he tried was snuffed out.
This was weird. It was almost like this guy could tell what he was going to do before he was going to do it. There was no telling what would happen if he carelessly walked up to the guy.
Whatever the case may be, he needed to get out of here soon.
So in a desperate move, Star Platinum punched the sides of the buildings besides them both and threw up the broken pieces of rubble, sending dust and debris flying to cover the man's line of vision.
With a Stand-empowered jump, Jotaro used the cover of the dust and debris to clear the four-story building and land on top of the roof.
The coast was clear. No sight of that Eraserhead or Vlad duo, and the guy below wasn't moving to chase him.
Great.
With a few leaps across the buildings, Jotaro believed he was free, but that all came crashing down when an all too familiar figure landed in front of him.
Standing across from him on the next building was a hulking, seven-foot figure. Before, this figure had saved his life, but this time, this figure now stood to oppose him.
"…All Might."
All Might
Age: 34
Height: 7'3
Quirk: Super Strength?
Saying the name aloud didn't give the hero the justice he deserved when one spoke of him.
It wasn't just quirked villains who feared All Might; even Stand Users blanched at the sight of him. And for good reason too.
This man was the strongest man to have ever lived. Hell, even his grandpa was a fan. Which was weird considering he was way too old to be collecting hero merchandise still.
Gulping, Jotaro felt himself actually sweat as he realized something was off about the Number One Hero.
He wasn't smiling.
"You know, I'd say its an honor to meet the highest ranked hero, but I doubt this is the time nor the place to do so," Jotaro said as he stood up straight, hands pocketing and thumbing the bullets he had before he pulled his hands away.
No. He couldn't risk hurting any heroes, and he didn't want to hurt any of them.
What was he supposed to do here?
"Give up and come with me," All Might advised.
It was a sound suggestion. He wouldn't risk hurting anyone, and perhaps he could come down with a lighter charge, but then the fact remained that the Erasing hero knew he had a different power.
He couldn't risk being caught either.
"Sorry, but that's not an option I can take."
Now caught at an impasse, the two men stared at each other before the renowned hero dashed forward.
Instead of responding by moving himself, Jotaro waited at the last moment before calling upon his Stand. Star Platinum's fist collided against All Might's, which caused a resounding boom to thunder across the rooftop, the burst of wind blowing dust, dirt, and all sorts of objects off the rooftops within the vicinity.
All Might's struggle with the invisible force was brief, but Jotaro's eyes widened.
Before he could think, All Might shot past Star Platinum with a fist aimed at his gut, Jotaro narrowly blocked it with his Stand.
God damn it. This man was simply too fast. If not for Star Platinum's visual ability to see the smallest muscle twitch, he would have been knocked out at the first interaction.
Purely on the defensive, Jotaro moved backwards and to the side as he used Star Platinum to block and redirect the hero's attacks. Their fight moving across multiple rooftops from how far back the Stand user was being pushed back with each attack All Might made.
At this rate, all of the heroes he came across would recover and reach them soon. Damn it.
"This is pointless. Surrender and come with me quietly. We don't need to keep this going," All Might muttered during a brief respite in their fight. Despite his Stand doing all the work for him, Jotaro had been panting and sweating while All Might seemed to have only been slightly winded.
If he didn't do something soon, it was over.
The next attack came.
This time however, Jotaro was met with a signature attack.
"Florida Smash!"
Drawing both arms back, All Might's hands came together into a clap.
The sound itself was nearly deafening and if Jotaro could, his hands would have gone to clasp his ringing ears.
But he couldn't.
Because the clap had sent a huge burst of wind that caused the man to be pushed back.
His shoes struggled to maintain a grip as he was slowly inched towards the edge of the rooftop.
Using his Stand, Star Platinum's fingers were thrust into the cement of the roof gripping onto it while Jotaro wrapped an arm over his Stand's neck to keep him from falling back.
Just a single clap was able to do that?
All Might was bringing out the big guns now.
"I won't ask again after this, but give up. Struggling here is useless," though All Might had tried to convince Jotaro in a less than friendly way, the man reacted differently.
His breathing quickened and his eyes widened fully as his heart began to beat louder.
Even after all these years, he could still hear the infuriating laugh of that blond devil.
'Useless!'
'The Joestar bloodline now ends with you!'
He heard a familiar voice shout and saw a vision of a knife sailing towards him.
Jotaro lost himself in the familiar rage.
All Might had observed the kneeling man. He wasn't sure why it was taking so long for him to respond, but he knew he could wait. He needed answers. He thought this man had morals, but watching him beat another man so savagely had made him rage. Had it not been for Nighteye convincing him to stick with the plan, he'd have fought him there and then.
In the middle of his thoughts, All Might saw Jotaro rise to his feet, but instead of being on the defensive, it seemed the man had switched gears and pressed the attack this time. Purple fists flew toward him at such high speeds that he was surprised he was able to block them.
The punches were hurting though.
And one good look at the men told All Might that he was now fighting them at full strength.
For the next few minutes, the trio fought. Jotaro would swing and miss, All Might would try to counter only to be blocked by Star Platinum who'd try to retaliate only for it to meet air.
They were at a stalemate.
Where was this drive coming from? He had told him to surrender before, but did he somehow anger the man?
One last punch that had been blocked drove All Might back, the towering hero stumbling back a step.
Now their positions had switched.
All Might now had a foot at the edge of the rooftop and was now the one in danger of falling off. Well, not danger, really. The building they had been fighting on was five stories tall, but this height wouldn't do anything but make him sore.
However, he was more cautious and maybe a little fearful of what this man would do after he fell.
He had been fighting at a little more than half strength. The duo's power was something he hadn't expected, but he was afraid of killing them if he went all out.
But this man had no reservations about killing him.
Just when All Might was considering going all out, Jotaro switched his attack pattern.
A flurry of blows paired with a string of yells came flying at him. The volley of swift yet powerful strikes whistled through the air, yet the hero was able to block them all. However…
Star Platinum cocked a left straight and All Might made to block, but it had been a feint. A decisive mistake on his part. He gritted his teeth as Star Platinum threw a punch and in that moment. All Might felt his body shift.
His air was forced out of his lungs as spit shot from his mouth. The stomach shot had been enough to momentarily stun the man.
Seeing his current state, Jotaro felt his blood boil when he saw the opportunity.
So of course, without hesitation, he took it.
"「Star Platinum: The World」!"
All Might took deep breaths as his opponents seemed to invigorate themselves with power. Green eyes glowed and, and All Might felt his intent to kill.
However.
One moment he was staring into the face of a man ready to kill him.
The next?
He blinked and saw the strength of the white coated man disappear. His furious expression had faded and was replaced by a look of shame. He was prepared for whatever attack the men might make, but was left confused instead..
"I surrender," he heard the man in white mumble as the other heroes finally caught up to them.
Vlad and Eraserhead pulled themselves up to the rooftop while he heard the faint clunking of someone climbing up a set of ladders. Lo and behold, it was his sidekick.
"Surrender. You're surrounded!" Vlad yelled as he assumed a pose, despite the fact that both Nighteye and Eraserhead saw the passive stance Jotaro had taken and understood what had become of the fight.
"Uh, Vlad King? He already surrendered," All Might announced with a chuckle, his signature smile returning as he watched the Erasure hero place cuffs onto Jotaro's wrists. The stoic man made no noise of pain to confirm that he felt how tight the restraints dug into his skin.
"To be honest, this is my first time capturing a vigilante," Vlad commented once Eraserhead made Jotaro sit just to make extra sure he couldn't miraculously escape like last time.
"So?" Eraserhead deadpanned while a hand rubbed into his irritated eyes.
"What do you mean 'so'? I'm trying to ask what we should do now! Do we bring him to jail or do we hold him and wait for the hero body to address him in a private trial?"
Moving in to cut off the two young heroes discussion, All Might placed a giant hand on both of their shoulders.
"Usually, the latter happens. However, this one is a special case. We'll be bringing him with us for questioning."
Narrowing his eyes as he skeptically looked at the Number One Hero, Eraserhead had a bad feeling about where they were heading.
"And where is it we'll be bringing him?"
"Well, I couldn't arrange a meeting at the Hero's Government Conference Room on short notice so… we'll be bringing him to our alma mater! Isn't that wonderful!"
While All Might laughed, Eraserhead could only pale at the mention of the school he graduated from. Having been a pro for only a few years, that meant that the principal was still the same… oh boy.
Arranging for a private vehicle to pick them up took quite a while, but when it came, the heroes were stuck in what seemed to be traffic. On a Monday night of all things. Who went out on a Monday night?
It took an hour for them to drive out of Yokohama and back to Shizuoka Prefecture, but the drive to U.A. academy once they got there was quite short.
During the whole ride, Jotaro could feel a burning glare on his person the entire time. He had thought it would belong to the scarf wearing hero, but no, it had been the silver-suited man.
He hadn't done anything particularly bad to him, did he? Besides getting dust on his suit. Was he a clean freak?
Thinking of other things after that, he thought back to Inko and sighed. He had broken a promise. Damn it. How was he going to reassure the green-haired pair that he hadn't left them?
There must be a way to do it.
Back to the present, Jotaro had somehow managed to do it. He was also able to get a text in to Polnareff with a favor to make sure he taught Izuku how to survive and not chase girls, but he had low expectations.
"There. You got your call. Now, will you answer our questions?" asked the bear dog thing.
"Well, I'd say yes, but I have one last favor to ask. But it's more for your benefit than mine. Especially his." Motioning towards All Might with his chin since his hands were still cuffed, Jotaro stood within the middle of the tables as the heroes discussed amongst themselves.
"What's your request then?" All Might asked first.
"That only the ones you trust the most out of the people in this room stay here."
Of course, his request was met with uproar. Eraserhead argued that he was trying some tactic while Vlad King barked out that he was merey stalling for whatever reason. Nighteye remained quiet, so did the animal, but All Might had a reserved look.
"Eraserhead, Vlad. Could you please?"
Shocked that All Might was agreeing to the demand, the two heroes looked at each other before complying with his request and filing out to leave.
"So this is everyone you trust?" Jotaro asked, eyes flitting between the animal and the green and yellow haired man.
"There's a few more not here, but yes, I trust these two," the tall hero responded. He had expected Jotaro to finally speak, but instead was surprised when he saw the man in white move towards the door.
On instinct, the Number One Hero moved from the side of the table to stop Jotaro, only to frown and throw a punch when he saw the purple man from before. The same one that had caught, blocked, and matched his attack.
The action of All Might's punch being stopped in midair by an invisible force shocked the other two. The sidekick had never seen his friend actually be stopped, while the animal was racking through his brain on what quirk this unnamed vigilante could have that matched All Might's strength.
No Telekinetic quirk was able to hold back the Number One Hero.
"So this is where he was. I should have figured you two would still be together, what with all that popping in and out of hiding. You should have bolted the moment your friend here got captured," All Might sneered, ducking a follow up hook from the purple man before meeting fists once again. "The ability to hide in plain sight and super strength. How exactly did you come to have two quirks, huh?
Receiving no answer from the purple man, All Might grew frustrated
Jotaro looked over his shoulder as he remained facing the opposite way. His suspicions were correct. From the faces of the other two, they had know idea what All Might was talking about nor fighting.
Cocking back an arm, All Might was prepared to throw a stronger punch that he knew could overturn the stalemate, but his eyes widened and his frown dropped when the purple man disappeared and the man in white turned around to meet his tan fist.
Pulling back at the very last second, All Might's punch stopped within a mere inch from Jotaro's face.
"So I was right," he heard Jotaro say.
"Right about what?" Keeping his arms at the ready, All Might stood; he wasn't going to be caught off guard again.
"You heroes wanted to know what my power is. I'll tell you, even if you won't believe me."
"And feed us lies? I think not. You should just tell us where he is!" the man wearing silver snapped as his hands met the tabletop with a slam.
"We still don't know if he's with him yet, Nighteye," All Might said to calm his sidekick down, but to no avail.
Sir Nighteye
Age: 23
Height: 6'6
Quirk: Foresight
"How else can he explain why he has multiple quirks?! That's also not barring the fact that you fought someone only you could see! He's working for him, he has to be!"
Shocked at what his friend had mentioned, the blond man had looked between Jotaro and his sidekick.
"Only I could see him?"
"That's because of one thing." Catching the attention of the three other men, Jotaro stood tall with his trademark stoic look.
"You're quirkless, aren't you?" he said, keeping the fact that there was someone these heroes were trying to tie him to. Could this 'he' be the boss that Alex Adler was trying to take him to?
Back onto the matter at hand.
That revelation had truly surprised Jotaro at first when he noticed All Might's awareness of his Stand, though the fact that the hero might have come into power through an unnatural way didn't phase him. After all, there was the existence of Stand Arrows that magically gifted Stands to people.
That being said, the three men had a different opinion about Jotaro's deduction.
They were absolutely shocked, of course. Each man stared, appalled, at what Jotaro had declared. Then with a quick grab, Jotaro grunted when he felt All Might grab him by his collar and threw him against the wall, pinning him as his smile was replaced with a furious glare.
"Change of mind. He must be working with him," the hero spat out, the jovial tone absent from his voice.
"Toshi. Put him down."
Looking away from the Stand User, All Might stared at the bear with worry. Taking a moment to contemplate, the strongest hero eventually put the man down before taking a step back to stand beside his sidekick once again as the rat bear stepped forward.
"Forgive my hotheaded pupil. He is very passionate about his secrets."
Jotaro stared at the animal as his cuffed hands moved to rub his neck and collar was little success. "I'll say," he breathed out.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, by the way. Forgive my lack of introductions earlier. My name is Nezu, and I am a teacher for heroes in training."
Nezu
Age: ?
Height: 2'9
Quirk. High Specs
"With that out of the way, may I ask how you came to deduce that our greatest hero is quirkless?"
"Naturally I'll tell you so I can get out of here, but I encourage you three to call up a hero that can discern lies from the truth. I want you three to fully believe me."
"Hm. Hm. I see. That is an acceptable request. Toshi! Could you call that friend of yours from the police department?"
"You mean Tsukauchi? Sure I'll give him a call, but I'm not certain he might have the time to come out here. What with that case with that bar," All Might said before pulling out his phone and walking to the farthest corner. It was a rather innocent action which made the man seem more sensitive and well, childish in a way. No wonder he was a favorite amongst children.
Surprisingly, the detective friend of the first ranked hero was able to come down. It took a while of waiting, but the detective came into the tense room, notebook at the ready.
"All Might," the trench coat wearing man said as he tipped his hat.
Tsukauchi Naomasa
Age: 20
Height: 5'11
Quirk: Lie detector
"Thanks for coming on short notice. As you can see, we have someone here that wants his story to have merit to it. Can you help us out?"
Smiling, the man nodded to his close friend.
"Of course I can. Now, what is your name sir?" Starting with a basic question, Tsukauchi moved to sit at one of the tables.
"Kujo. Jotaro Kujo."
"Hm. That's the truth. Now, for me to make sure you're telling the absolute truth, please put your hands on the table. All Might, could you write in my notepad for me?" Getting a nod, the detective now put his attention solely on the delinquent looking man who followed his request and sat at the opposite end of the table with his hands laid flat on the tabletop.
"How old are you?" the detective asked, beginning the barrage of questions that Jotaro answered without hesitation.
"Twenty seven."
"How tall are you?"
"Six-five."
"What is the color of your eyes?"
"Green."
With the questions that had been asked to make sure Jotaro was affected by the detective's quirk, Tsukauchi looked over at his friend, who had ripped out a piece of paper with questions written on it.
"All right, be honest with me. What is your quirk."
Being silent for a moment, the detective's eyes focused on Jotaro whose demeanor remained calm and cool.
"I'm quirkless."
"Bullsihit! You can't just expect us to believe that, do you?" Nighteye fumed.
"Believe it or not, it's not up to you. It's up to the cop."
Scowling, the sidekick of the strongest hero looked over to the detective, who had a troubled look on his face.
"Well?"
"He's… telling the truth."
The three pro heroes couldn't believe what Tsukauchi had said.
This man? Quirkless?
The one most shocked was All Might. He had fought something that had fought him to a standstill! Granted, he hadn't fought all out, but still!
"Ask him the next question," All Might said quickly, wanting to get to the bottom of this quickly.
"Where is your accomplice?"
"Specify," Jotaro replied, which caused the highly ranked hero to whisper into the detective's ear.
"Where is the accomplice that fought All Might?"
"I have no accomplice. I was by myself when I encountered the heroes and am still by myself."
Waiting with tensed anxiety, All Might knew that this one would be revealed as a lie. It had to be!
"He's telling the truth."
All Might's smile dropped again, replaced with a defeated look.
Just how could he be alone? How?
"Why are you in Jap—"
"Wait!" Cutting off the detective's next question, All Might looked directly at Jotaro. An expression in his face that basically told the Stand User that he needed answers to what was bugging him.
"Explain to me what that person was then! What was he? Why did he come out of nowhere? Why can only I see it?"
Jotaro knew this question would come up. This was the part that worried him the most. He needed to be believe; otherwise, he would be considered a liar and thrown into jail on the account of evading arrest.
"That is because that was not a person at all. It was my power." Waiting for confirmation, All Might was told that it was the truth. That person—no, that was a power all along?
"What power could that be then? There's no quirk in history that summons beings as strong as the one you had. Especially ones that cannot be seen by people besides specific folk."
"That is because my power is not a quirk. As I said, I'm quirkless. And the reason you can see it is because you are quirkless as well. Or well, born quirkless. I don't know how you ended up getting a quirk, but that doesn't matter to me at all."
Being quirkless was a factor in being able to see his power?
"What is this power you speak of then?"
Meeting All Might's gaze, Jotaro responded with two words.
"A Stand."
For the next half hour, Jotaro explained to the four men in the room the nature of Stands. How they came to be, what they were, how strong they were, and what kinds of Stands there could be.
All Might had difficulty processing that, as did Nighteye, but he began to grasp the concept of Stands eventually.
Tsukauchi left soon after the story was done, claiming he needed a drink after a story like that, leaving the room to be a room of just four once again.
"So when you punched me earlier, it was just to confirm that I was able to see your 'Star Platinum?'" All Might asked.
"Yeah. I had an inkling of suspicion when I caught you looking at him when we first clashed," Jotaro explained, the tension in the room having been aired out once the nature of what he had been doing had been cleared. It wasn't acceptable that he was beating a man up, but it was understandable seeing as that man had good information for regular villains with quirks as well.
"This world of Stands you told us of, its… a lot to take in." All Might sighed, bringing his large hand to hold his head.
"Believe me, I felt the same way when I was in that cell with my Grandpa telling me about it."
The two men chuckled together. It was an odd moment considering the two had been at each other's throats earlier. One of them, at least.
"It's hard to deny what you've explained since Tsukauchi has vouched for you with his quirk."
"Does that mean I get to go now? I do need to return home." Jotaro said, hands still rubbing at his wrists where tight handcuffs that dug into his skin had been a while ago.
All Might opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Nezu who excitedly spoke up.
"As much as I'd like to, the news about Stands troubles me. Would you by chance be willing to work as a vigilante once again and help All Might and Nighteye out? It would be a great chance for them to learn how to deal with Stand users!"
"As much as I don't want to… You get the idea. There has rarely been a Stand user that had thought it was smart to mess with quirk heroes. Even the dumb ones know when to stay hidden. Stand users fight other Stand users. What happened at that elementary school was a rare occurrence that will never happen again." Now it was the animal and Jotaro who ended up staring each other down. Nezu hated being told no, so Nighteye and All Might began to tense up.
"You do realize that you still have charges of assault and battery, misuse of quirk, illegal use of quirk, evading arrest, and assaulting a hero?"
Damn. So it was going to be like that.
"I suppose I have no choice in the matter do I?"
"None whatsoever!"
Jotaro sighed at the jovial tone. He wanted to return back to the Midoriyas, but not if it would drag them into his mess since, technically, he was a criminal.
"I can give you some time to weigh your options!" Neze added.
"That would be appreciated."
With Nezu leaving temporarily, Jotaro noticed that All Might and Nighteye had engaged in a quiet, heated argument. Eventually, Nighteye stormed out, leaving him alone with All Might.
Naturally, he felt a bit small. He was in the room with the man Izuku practically worshipped. He had fought this man and had to resort to the power he had sworn off of just to get an edge on him, but for some reason, he felt like All Might had been holding back during all that.
So of course, he felt himself tense and move awkwardly when All Might took a seat next to him.
"Stands… are a tricky thing, huh?" All Might awkwardly asked with a huff of a laugh.
"Yeah, they are," Jotaro quietly answered, hands rubbing his sore wrists.
"That gunman you fought at that elementary school was a Stand user then?"
Lifting his head, Jotaro looked up at the man that towered over him even as they sat together with raised brows. How did he know about that?
"If you're wondering how I know, it's because I watched you fight him. My partner and I followed you to Yokohama. It's how we found you," All Might said, sheepishly rubbing his hand against his neck. Silence looked over the two. The arm of a traditional clock ticked away which only served to hammer how weird it was between the two.
"So that's why I was being called a vigilante. Why follow me?"
"Valid question. We followed you because I— we wanted to know who you truly are."
"That meaning?"
Sighing, All Might dropped the friendly act and rested his hands on top of the wooden table, fingers fidgeting against each other as his brows furrowed in deep thought.
"I saw you protect that woman. You didn't have to put yourself in the crosshairs of that villain just to make sure she didn't get wrapped up, but you still did. And then I saw you fight your way out of those vines to save those boys that you inspired. Those faces after you saved them showed how much they idolized you within that moment. So I guess I'm saying I just wanted to see if you truly were the person they saw you to be," All Might concluded, his hard features softening up as he looked over to the man he had deemed an enemy not so long ago.
"Just so you know, you're wrong on all accounts. I didn't save that woman. I just wanted to piss that guy off. Those kids? Sure, they helped me. But who cares if they idolize me. It'll only get them hurt if they try to copy me. So sorry, All Might. I'm not the guy you thought I could be," Jotaro countered, scoffing afterwards which only conflicted the hero.
"Then why didn't you hurt my friends when you had the chance? You had Vlad and Eraserhead incapacited. With the strength of your Stand, you have to power to kill someone."
"I—"
"Well?"
Silently, Jotaro ran his fingers through his head as he tried to rack up an answer to dish out. But he couldn't. He couldn't come up with an excuse to give. Not one he'd believe.
"I'm just… tired of hurting people for no reason. Sure, they were hindering me, but they were just doing their jobs. That woman was trying to do her job and teach children before that asshole showed up."
"So you fought me out of desperation, then?" All Might joked, grinning ever so slightly, which got the Stand user to do the same.
"I just wanted to see if I had the strength to match you. That's it." Getting the blond to chuckle, Jotaro expected the interaction to end there, but it didn't. He saw his hand stick out and a smile widen on the hero's face.
"Toshinori Yagi. It'd be unfair if you didn't know my name while I knew yours, wouldn't it?"
What the hell. He couldn't leave him hanging, he guessed.
"I guess not. Name's Jotaro Kujo, as you know."
Their hands came together and shook, unknown to them that a strong bond would come to be made.
"Then may I ask a question, Kujo?" All Might asked once their hands separated.
"Sure. Ask away."
"You told me that Stands have abilities. You used yours when we fought, didn't you?"
Honestly, Jotaro should have expected the Number One Hero to be able to piece things together like this.
"Who knows? I was just too absorbed in the fight." Trying to play off the question, Jotaro caused All Might to chuckle as if they were both remembering a fond memory. Purposely leaving out the fact that their fight had actually gone on for a few seconds longer than the hero thought.
Seconds that helped Jotaro calm down before he had done anything regrettable.
"It was a magnificent battle. You're the first to stop my attacks like that ever since I became a hero." Attacks that weren't full powered, but who was nitpicking?
"If you're trying to butter me up to get me to work with you, I'll tell you it's not working."
"Then what would work?" Taking a moment to think, Jotaro came to a decision.
"A trade? My labor for information that I was so rudely interrupted from getting?"
"Hm… that would depend on what Nezu says. But know I'd happily take this deal."
"As would I!" Cutting in between the talk between the two men, Nezu hopped back into his chair and looked over to them, paws folding while an excited gleam shimmered in his eyes.
"I heard what you said as I came in and I thought it was a wonderful idea. You and I might become great friends someday!" Nezu chirped, which caused Jotaro to shiver. Just what did it mean by friends? What was its definition of a friend?
"Then it's a deal?"
"It's a deal! In exchange for the information you want, you will either hunt these criminals that carry stands, or—and this is something I'm adding—you give a quick seminar to a group of staff and students on how to deal with Stand users!"
That deviated somewhat from the original plan that he came up with in the first place. He was already training Izuku and the boy was already a handful. He didn't need a whole group of brats to babysit.
"I guess we have a deal." Reaching forward across the table, Jotaro felt like he was shaking hands, or paws in this case, with the devil.
"Now, what might you be looking for?" Nezu asked.
"It's not what, but who." Reaching into his coat pocket, Jotaro splayed the spirit photographs his grandpa took across the table for the two men to see. All Might took one of them to look at the man within it and frowned in recognition, which Jotaro didn't miss.
"Got an idea on who this might be?"
"Yes. This man is an escaped convict. He was supposed to be sent to Tartarus to await his death sentence, but the convoy he was on held a gang leader that was busted free. We caught everyone but this one."
Okay, good. Some good background information. So this was why he was a threat. And he was looming close to his uncle.
"I see. So you know his name then?" All Might nodded.
"His name is Angelo Badalamenti."